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Good Friday morning, Firepups! My Symphonic Choir’s holiday concert is tonight, and then I’m off to Indianapolis tomorrow to see my granddaughters dance in The Nutcracker tomorrow evening. But before The Nutcracker, I will have Chanukkah dinner at my son’s house (my daughter-in-law is Jewish). We have quite an interesting family blend during these December holidays, but it all works.
Today is Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day. A day that will live in infamy. But now there’s September 11, 2001, when more than 3,000 Americans died. And how many innocent civilians have we killed in our endless perpetual wars?
You might want to read this before you click to sign another Change.org petition.
“A new Gallup Poll finds that socialism is now viewed positively by 39 percent of Americans, up from 36 percent in 2010. Among self-described liberals, socialism enjoyed a 62 percent positive rating, while 53 percent of Democrats and independent voters who lean Democratic gave socialism a thumb’s up.” Is Paul Ryan Making Americans More Favorably Inclined Toward Socialisim?
Apparently, sportscaster Bob Costas’s condemnation of U. S. gun culture is making rightwingers’ heads explode. They think Jovan Belcher’s girlfriend should have been armed. That’s what we need to prevent these tragedies: more guns.
And…”This is what prevails when you scratch down beneath the pretty surface — a party so completely fking unhinged that it thinks that a treaty on the rights of disabled people is some sort of one-world plot to steal the liberty of a third-rate moron like Jim Inhofe. This is conspiracy-theory brought to government. This is what’s there beneath all the perfumed words about “reforming,” say, Medicare and Medicaid.” The GOP Reminds Us How Little They Care.
Let the FCC commissioners know that you oppose the rule suspension that would allow Rupert Murdoch to further grow his media empire. FCC May Give Murdoch a Very Merry Christmas. Read to the bottom to find contact info for the FCC commissioners.
On a much lighter note, Christy Hardin Smith wonders whether to give up her Christmas cookie-palooza this year.
I think I’ll go make some scrambled eggs with mushrooms and cheddar. Plenty to share, too. What’s your pleasure?
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Good morning, everyone! Gloomy and rainy here this morning. That hot tea tastes really good!
Thanks, msmolly, very encouraged that the slurs thrown at socialistic programs which happen to benefit the public have rubbed off onto the intended insult, making it respectable. Next will us libruls shine through?
Morning! Off to read the links….
Boxturtle (A husky can hold a gallon of water in its fur if it’s raining hard enough)
Thanks for the postnhost msmolly. Good morning all.
The unhinged party gave us a Senate bill yesterday morning that they fillibustered in the afternoon. Staggering idiocy. And it only took Morning JOkE 16 minuted to get around to it this morning. (yes he really is an asshole)
Hello Ruth, how is everything going with your Mom?
Thanks for asking, finally have gotten an evaluation establishing early Alzheimers, step number one.
Charlie Pierce led off a recurring feature yesterday with JOkE. Most times I am content that I no longer have cable.
Things In Politico That Make Me Want to Guzzle Antifreeze
Not good, but I guess a diagnosis is better than no diagnosis. It’s going to be a long road. I’m sorry to hear that.
Edit to add: don’t they diagnose Alzheimer’s by ruling out everything else?
But my Retrievor can hit someone 20 feet away when She shakes off
the water.:)
Morning BT, and fellow firepups.
If you haven’t yet seen the scene of McCaskill presiding, declaring “Whiplash”, you haven’t lived.
It’s like finally getting the keys away from a dangerous driver. Not good, but right direction.
I have not seen that. Will look for it.
I hadn’t seen it either, and Google just gives me a couple of tweets about it.
It was on one of the late msnbc reports, maybe Rachel or Last Word. Priceless.
Good Morning, Molly
A Fine Free For All.
I guess I’ll just stay dead, because I can’t find the McCaskill clip.
Hey, Jim, I wonder why your comments usually show up with a break in the middle, like they’re double spaced. Other times they don’t. Are you using two different computers to comment? It’s like there’s a carriage return in the middle of the sentence. Very odd.
Good morning everyone. Sorry I’m late. Talking theology with my 11 year old. Always a blast.
Bob Costas is my hero for his gun rant.
Pope Benedict did your job, you know, took the lambs out of the manger scene.
What was the topic? I’m always interested in how kids view religion.
Range over quantity! Mine don’t shake much, they don’t really seem to care how wet they are. After I’ve toweled them dry (a process they don’t really approve of), they normally go find a bed to finish drying upon. :-(
Boxturtle (I maintain protective, expendable conmforters on all the beds)
I am on Google chrome and my text box only goes that far so I
always double space at the end of the text box for better
readability.(I am a technological idiot, my son helps me alot
when I am too inept.)
Gotta teach, have a great day
Enjoy. You might try making your text smaller. I’m an idiot of major proportions, but just a thought.
Morning Pups,
My teen, at about age 11, was frequently making comments to me that there was something “fishy,” about those “religious,” kids at her school. I simply needed to listen to find out what the deal was.
I think if you just keep typing your sentences will wrap properly. You don’t need to hit return at the right end of the text box.
But that explains it. You aren’t inept, by the way.
What an observant child! :-)
Boxturtle (What works better: Praying over a test or studying for it?)
Good morning everyone. Thanks for the post and host msmolly.
“get the **** off the bed dog!” usually works around here.
/looks at a sleeping, very comfortable Larri, stretched out on my bed.
Msmolly,
Thanks to you and Ruth I will try it that way. Have a great day.
I hope she got that from me. Very high IQ and smart enough to realize that she only needs a D to pass any class. :(
But she is first in her class in computer science and is being assigned extra projects that she finishes quickly to show that teacher what she knows and that those assignments aren’t “that,” difficult. :)
She learned the truth about Santa last week. We couldn’t keep it from her any longer. She was on to us.
This morning she asked me where the hell the concept of the Easter Bunny comes from. This led to a discussion of Pagans and the Catholic Church’s encroachment and eventual takeover of Europe, which led to a discussion of the validity of the Church, which led to a discussion of the validity of religion.
Pretty interesting conversation. She’s awesome.
I think I was born an atheist. My parents tried, they really did. Church and Sunday School and Vacation Bible School. Didn’t take.
When my son was little, maybe 4 or 5, I remember explaining in some detail how if his tooth came out and we put it under his pillow, the Tooth Fairy would come in the night and leave him a surprise. He mulled that over for a couple of minutes — you could really see the wheels turning — and then said, “I don’t believe THAT!”
Sorta how I reacted to religion.
It works here, too. As long as the bed or the dog is in sight.
Boxturtle (I don’t really wanna know what my husky’s do when I’m not watching)
Religion never made sense to me either.
I really struggled with this when I was working the steps in AA. Needing to believe in something outside myself, and put complete faith in that, was pretty tough for me, but central to me becoming a better person.
I finally stumbled on a guy in the program who is very much like me. Very analytical, scientific, and universally aware. He was able to guide me in looking at different ‘higher powers’ until I settled on the Universe itself.
Through that understanding I was able to place complete and utter faith in something and begin to get better.
She’s a Real Princess! (runs off with the bean)
I don’t know what your religious beliefs are, but for several years in the late 90s I attended a Unitarian Universalist church. It was relatively large as UU churches go — about 650 members — and they are very liberal and activist, and they had a great choir. They’re a “big tent” with pagans and atheists/agnostics and Jews and people with a lot of other religious beliefs. They don’t talk about “God” much, and when they do, it’s with the understanding that everyone’s “God” may be different.
I bring this up only because I wished I had taken my kids when they were young. The UUs have a tremendous religious eduation program, where kids learn about teachings of all religions and then have a basis on which to choose what THEY believe instead of having no education about it.
I used to say, “I’ve been a UU all my life. I just didn’t know we were organized.”
Whatever you do, DON’T let her know that any grades before 9th don’t matter on your high school transcript.
Boxturtle (I told my school to shove 7th and 8th grade phys ed)
Here, the kids were raised Quaker, much like that, great history of social activism, and very bright people.
Good morning all,
Funny story where I work, in a hardware store, a fellow and his wife were looking at solar lights to light libraries by the road side . Where you pick out a book or drop one off.
So I said ” a socialist, huh ” ? Wife busts out laughing.
She’s now in 11th and doesn’t understand (refuses to care?) what transcripts are for (not for my lack of trying to explain the concept). I’m taking suggestions.
That’s hilarious!
The UU church I belonged to in Cincinnati had a Quaker couple who were members, or at least attended frequently. She once said to me that compared to Quaker services, ours were very noisy. Apparently their services are mostly sitting in silence, which seems odd to me, but perhaps I didn’t fully understand. They don’t sing or have a sermon, I guess.
The UUs sing hymns (but they’re more about doing good things and being good people and very little “God” in them). Many are lovely. A part of the service is “joys and sorrows” when people can share something meaningful in their lives if they wish.
I miss it. The UU church here in very Catholic South Bend is on the other side of town, is very small, has no choir, and I attended only a few times.
Bob Costas…Ive been seriously thinking about LTE on the claims about sports and building character….Yuk yuk, until it’s tragic.
Things needing to be done are calling loudly, thanks for good company, talk more maybe tomorrow. Don’t know if I’ll be posting this weekend, but will be around on the edges. Very edge.
My mom tried to discuss religion with me, and my lacking of belief, the other day while she had a captive audience in the car. So I told her all about the great spaghetti monster and of course Ceiling Cat. End of discussion.
No Quaker meeting in this town at all.
For now, bye, have a good day.
My now 18 year old grandson (a college freshman) discovered the hard way that those Ds could mean he wouldn’t be able to go to college where he wanted. Even though his GPA was above average, he was “wait listed” for a time until the results of the course he took to make up a D grade were sent to the school.
He’s very bright, but lives for his music, and didn’t work as hard as he could have at some of the other courses.
My parents would have been horrified!
Ceiling cat trumps Jesus any day.
Introduce her to a university guidance councilor. Have said person explain what matters in admission.
Part of the problem may be that as her parent, you are by definition an idiot.
Boxturtle (Still amazed at how much smarter my parents got as I grew older)
My kids’ high school swim coach (a true role model for his swimmers) gave the Baccalaureate speech when my son graduated. He said almost the same thing. Every time he came home from college on a break, his parents had gotten smarter!
Long ago, my cousin (A nun in Kalamazoo) tried to speak to me about my lack of catholicism. I told her “Cthuhlu Saves…In case he gets hungry later”.
She was a big Lovecraft fan, but she reminded me the best we can expect from the Great Old Ones is indifference.
Boxturtle (If only the spaghetti monster had been known back then)
Thanks for that and thanks for the FFA this morning.
Being active at the school here, I’ve seen a big part of the problem has been widespread student disinterest caused by teaching for the tests and lack of teachers being allowed to be teaching and inspiring students to learn, the way they would actually like to be teaching.
Instilling any concern for future success, as being based on current performance, is still the tough nut here.
Thanks, some duties are waiting here. Peace and Resolve
For anyone new to the internet.. Flying Spaghetti Monster.
One such person vacations and recruits locally here and I have tried that a little, thanks. A very good suggestion to pursue further. Over and out.
That’s great, Kris. I never knew the origin of FSM.
Who Will Be Eaten First?
Jack will be eaten first. Cthulhu will then get a Great Old Bellyache and leave the rest of us alone.
The Jack Chick parodies are internet classics.
Boxturtle (Credit where credit is due, I have never been able to pass a Chick tract without reading it)
As I said yesterday, it never fails to amaze me what one learns here. I had never heard of Jack Chick. (But then, I iz old.)
I didn’t go away. I’m just having a good time second guessing any comments I may or may not have come up with. Happens.
Sorta quiet here this morning.
It sure is. Maybe someone is hunting wabbits.
It’s true. This agnostic has spent more time than he cares to admit reading Chick tracts
“I don’t want to be Elfstar anymore, I want to be me!”
Tis quiet this morning.
I wish I could offer to substitute post, but I’m not up early enough for you peeps. Also, committing my time to just about anything winds up with me not being able to follow through on commitments…something always comes up. It’s frustrating.
Speaking of committments that I *am* keeping…tonight’s the night I fly to meet Hollywood Nagi!!
As I have broad shoulders I’ll take full responsibility for the religious fart in the middle of your diner this morning. Sorry.
There, did that help?
Oh, I thoroughly enjoyed the discussion!
How exciting! Diaries to follow, hopefully.
You don’t have to be up early to write the post, because you schedule it ahead of time. But usually the host is around to join the comments. I couldn’t once because I was traveling. Demi gets up at o-dark-thirty anyway, so she’s usually here. Only one demi comment, so maybe she went back to bed. LOL.
I can always sub if needed. (with Kris’s help)
“The topic and format would be entirely up to you”
Boy oh boy, so if I interpret your intent correctly, that which is not explicitly forbidden is mandatory.
Ladies, what you have done is raise the clarion call to the forces of truth, justice, and the absurdities of everyday events to a high state of excitation which will surely open Pandora’s box, cleave the Gordian knot, and unleash the harpies of Hades.
Any topic within good taste is permissible?
So be it, and thus as Westley said to Buttercup:
“As you wish.”
Let the games go forth with the blessings of the Muses.
Yesterday spuds talked about sexing his parents.
It was weird.
That’s nothing. Yesterday Kris still believed in cabbage patches.
e.g.:
When a Kentucky mountain woman visits her doctor, he tells her to come back in a couple of days with a specimen. She goes home and asks her husband, “What’s a specimen?”
He says, “Danged if I know. Go next door and ask Edith.”
The woman goes next door and comes back in twenty minutes with her clothes torn and her face covered with cuts and bruises.
“What in the Sam Hill happened to you?” asks her husband.
“Danged if I know,” she says. I asked Edith what a specimen was and she just told me to piss in a bottle. I told her to go fart in a jug, and then all hell broke loose.”
Would you say this comment falls within permissible boundaries of good taste?
Is that like sexing chickens?
Skip to the 1:00 mark.
What happened to the blind skunk?
He fell in love with a fart.
What do you get if you eat onions and beans?
Tear gas.
“Darling,” the husband says sheepishly to his wife, “Let’s try a new position tonight.”
“Good idea,” she replies. “You stand in front of the sink and do the dishes, and I’ll stand in front of the TV and fart.”
Are you laughing yet?
Banging horses?
Actual name of a race horse:
Hoof Hearted
I would be interested in an occasional substitute position, if that is available.
My areas of interest include things related to the environment, including wildlife, things relating to medical topics, and topics associated with the incarceration industry. I also love the arts and history, and have a tendency to go off the rail, from time to time, if something is fascinating.
Since these areas do not include economic or political analysis, they may be appropriate or of interest only on occasion.
So, anyway, I am interested in this.
Hey, everyone, I did not go back to bed.
No one said hello to me and so…
But, I came on to say that this character who is telling jokes doesn’t have a history of intelligent, on topic comments.
I’ve seen him at Ruth’s many Sunday Food diaries trying to be funny. But, I’ve never laughed at any thing he’s shared.
Sorry, Doremus35. Something needs to be done.
Babe! Would you like to do next Wedneday’s post? I’ve read many of your dairies and you are not only an excellent writer, but someone who connects with people.
Write me at tellblondie at ca dot rr dot com.
And, just to make it clear, I WILL block certain folks from my email.
Ha!
Doesn’t Babe! look like Babel?
To the untrained eye.
It does now. heh
Heh, your own cute self.
OMG, a scheduled commitment! I have to accept. I will email you as instructed. So exciting.
What is the Wednesday format? It’s not Economics, is it? I’m no Dean Baker.
So fun, I’m off to drink more coffee and obsess!
How very sad that you found it necessary to stoop to a personal attack.
However, you might consider asking Santa for a sense of humor and an increased cerebral capacity to understand the nuances of the language.
Otherwise, who have more than earned the following verbal portrait:
There was a young demi from Rangoon
Whose farts would make anyone swoon.
When you’d least expect ‘em
They’d burst from her rectum
With the force of a raging typhoon.
Otherwise, fuck you.
You have mail and can edit that out now, if you would like to. Thank you.
Thanks to Crane-Station and oldnslow!
Kit O’Connell says he will assist the subs (just as he has to assist those of us in the regular roation, sometimes). I can send along his email and phone number. I am msmollynd at gmail dot com.
And I thought doremus35 was pretty funny. No harm, no foul, in my book (until I see something out of line).
Don’t get too excited girl. You can pick any topic you choose. Just realize somebody will comment about Ruth standing nekid on a table with a lampshade on, and it could all go out the window. Ya never know.
Thanks….probably shouldn’t admit how much I enjoyed it…something about 3rd grade humor that gets me everytime. I guess we never forget what it was to be reallly naughty.;)
If Ruth would stop doing that people wouldn’t keep pointing it out.
She says it keeps the neighbors from watching the house. I never doubt her judgment.
I dunno about good taste, but it gave me a giggle.
Or someone could let off a religious fart in the diner. LOL.
And who is it who keeps sticky buns in her pocket?
You didn’t stick around because nobody said hello to you? HUH?
Got that, thank you, and you can edit it off now.
My MIL used to dance on tables for a living. True story. That’s how she met my wife’s dad :) Now she’s the most gay-hating, poor-bashing, hell-fire-breathing, Chik-Fil-A-eating, born again Xtian I’ve ever met.
I’ve put it up many times here and haven’t had a problem. And the only thing I can edit are my own comments because it’s my post, and other commenters can’t edit theirs at all. One of the limits of MyFDL.
Wow, how do you and Kristen get along with her? Yikes!
I don’t. Kristen tolerates her sometimes, hangs up on her other times.
Sometimes the reformed [insert the thing that was reformed here] are the most pompous, holier-than-thou, pontificating awful, I-can-do-no-wrong types. Funny thing is, in the very Bible that they study so hard and rely on so much, Jesus said at Matthew 7:5:
In my experience, the holiest and preachiest are the ones who don’t study the bible. They just take other folks’ words as to the content and its meaning.
In my haste this morning I either read and failed to register that sentence or sub-consciously refused to let it register, but I thought that was a given. At least that is where my head was at as a teen.
*big grin*
Good point.
Hello pups, TGIF. Missed the time signatures and didn’t realize I had company.
Just finished a summary statement to argue a case for submission to an attorney. Whew! The person mentioned previously (who likely judges me to possess sub-par intelligence) is never-the-less asking to reside with me full time.
I love the UUs, and attended when I lived in Seattle. Unfortunately, the UU church failed here, because the minister refused to condemn homosexuality, I believe. At any rate there is no congregation here, and it is listed among other micropolis areas that lack a UU congregation.
http://boyinthebands.com/archives/the-largest-micropolis-without-a-unitarian-universalist-congregation/
That said, we do have one MCC congregation, a small one, but anyway, a very welcoming and open group of people from many walks, who seem to have some of the same social consciousness concerns as the UUs.
Good! Don’t fret…all kids think their parents possess sub-par intelligence. Fortunately they mostly grow out of that, but I suppose some never do.
Very interesting. Where are you?
The UU church I originally joined, in the Detroit area, now has a lesbian minister. The UU church sends interim ministers to serve for a year after the “settled” minister leaves (theirs retired), and the congregation goes through a year of soul-searching and getting its house in order, while a new minister is sought. The first one resulted in no good match, and their current minister was sent as a second “interim” and they loved her so much they asked her to stay. She had a partner when she first arrived, but they split up before she completed the move, I think.
The UUs are very open to LGBT, more than most other denominations.
Hi msmolly,
I continue to occasionally but purposely ask about comments and references made that I know nothing about and get the, “you never heard about those!!” or some such remark. Small pleasures, and a conversation about something different does materialize from time to time.
Heh. I do that myself here sometimes. I am reminded sometimes that I am old and hopelessly out of date.
And yes, those innocently probing questions do yield good results. I think your teen is very comfortable with her good Dad, even if she thinks he’s an idiot sometimes.
The other problem is that believers don’t quite grasp that we nonbelievers DON’T BELIEVE.
Friends of mine from the Detroit area, Gary & Janie, lovely people, are very Christian and actually live it as well as just attending church. I remember more than one instance when Gary would say, “The Bible says…” and I would have to gently remind him that I don’t believe the Bible is anything more than a book with a lot of different authors, and not authoritative for me at all. They just couldn’t get their heads around that.
Cool but no wind, I’m off to the outdoors to take advantage of the remaining daylight. My seven bean soup will tend to itself for the next hour or so.
Nice to chat a little.
I see the bible the same way I see The Brothers Grimm fairy tale collection. It is a series of stories, some of which have an applicable moral, but all of which are somewhat entertaining, if kept in context.
Funny you should say that because these dreadfully amusing jokes are from a book whose title appropriately enough is, ‘Blame It on the Dog. A Modern History of the Fart’, by Jim Dawson.
As I read the book I couldn’t stop laughing, and in regards to your comment the author states that some subjects are just funny no matter what your age happens to be. So, to extend a little rib tickler in your direct here’s another just for you:
Overheard in an elevator.
Teenager: “Excuse me, sir, did you just fart?”
Older gentleman: “Did I just fart? Did I just fart?! Of course I just farted your idiot, do you think I smell like this all the time?”
Here’s another crepitatious serving for your olfactory pleasure:
A man walks into a diner and says to the waitress, “I’ll have a set of headlights and four hubcaps.”
This confuses the waitress, but she writes it down and goes to check with the cook. He tells her, “That’s just old short-order slang. What he wants is two eggs over easy and a stack of four pancakes. He’s just giving you a hard time.”
The waitress thinks, I’ll fix him, and serves the man a bowl of beans instead.
“Hey, this ain’t what I ordered,” he bellows.
“Well, she says, “while you’re waiting for spare parts, you might want to gas up.”
Thanks for the author attributions, I thought it might have been your material at first. Please don’t reveal the plot, I may just want to read the book.
Do you have any relationship with the author or the publisher or with Amazon? Thanks again.
Doremus35, if you check back.
I’m not such a fan of flatulence jokes, I must admit, but I have long been an admirer of many of your comments at Ruth’s food diaries.
It may sound odd, and I admit to being tired and having had a glass of wine, but you often struck me as being almost courtly in tone, much like the troubadours of old. I love your nuance and turn of phrase and your whimsy, and hope to see it again.
Om
Kris, I’ve just started reading The Master and Margarita . I’m not sure what to make of it yet, but I am enthralled. Do you know it?
And really good to see you…Hope all is well. Really have not seen you for awhile. Peace, please. And Hugs…
Whatever age…Just arrested development, I guess.
Hugs and peace to you, too, Bev. My heart has been too heavy to participate. I read sometimes, but just haven’t been able to write much. Maybe it is changing, I hope so.
Hope your holiday season is a bright and hope filled one. I’m looking forward to the Solstice, like Juliania. I’m ready for spring again, in the world and in my heart.
Love from your friend Om.
What RevBev said X2.
Tonight’s diner special 7-bean soup w/ham or vegetarian.
(((nonqui)))
When I typed it, my autocorrect objected and then whenI typed it again it was puzzled and said, “no replacement found.” How did it know?
I get way down in the dumps myself and then something happens like listening to Science Friday and getting flattened with first hearing about someone like Tig Notaro, starts at 3:57, the show is about laughter and jokes:
http://www.npr.org/player/v2/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&t=3&islist=true&id=5&d=12-07-2012
Nothing in my life has compared or been so bad right now and I am grateful and not allowing myself to mope much these days, double mastecomy, then C.diff, death of her mother.
Thanks for the link, can’t pull it up with the iPad, but will be able to on the laptop later. I just looked back at my #119 and I’m not sure it made sense. When autocorrect saw ‘nonqui’ it kept throwing out other options that I didn’t accept. It was puzzled and said that there was no replacement found. I smiled, because it was right, there is no replacement for a friend like you.
Rest well, everyone.
Om
I “got,” it the first time. *blushing*
niters.
“Do you have any relationship with the author or the publisher or with Amazon? Thanks again.”
No, no, and who let the feline out of the bag?
I taught creative writing at Washington State University in Pullman, WA. where I warped young minds into beautiful shapes and creative contours.
One day after I gave a lecture to a few hundred students, a student came up to me and said in a matter of fact manner: “You are a funny, nasty, bastard, but I like you .” We became friends.
FWI: the book is a ‘Ten Speed Press’ publication and Dawson also wrote ‘Who Cut the Cheese’.
Ooops! That was for he/she/or it who Sancho Panza did not serve while he was jousting with windmills.
You are most welcome.
Thank you, I did not put a smiley face after the “plot,” comment but I hoped someone would read it and smile.
“It may sound odd, and I admit to being tired and having had a glass of wine, but you often struck me as being almost courtly in tone, much like the troubadours of old. I love your nuance and turn of phrase and your whimsy, and hope to see it again.
Om”
Well beings a bit tired myself and after a couple of scotches et al, I must respond by saying:
You do me great honor with your compliments.
Let us both take the field together and slay the dragons of ignorance, cupidity, and deceit.
For that is our quest which sustains us through these most difficult times.
I hope you are ok and finding the light in what must be a most difficult time for you.
Thank you.
Stan
Oh I wish I had been here when you posted that comment. Last Christmastime I took my granddaughters, ages (then) 8 and 10, out for dinner and a play as their Christmas gift. Over dinner we were chatting and I misspoke “low fat” and said “low fart.” Much hilarity ensued, and for weeks afterwards, “low fart” and “high fart” produced giggles and further amusement.
My daughter is all about “making memories” for her girls, hence the dinner and play instead of a tangible gift that gets lost in the piles under the tree. I’m not sure this is the kind of memory she had in mind, but I’d bet the girls WILL remember their Grandma Molly and “low fart” for a long time!
I am happy you are returning to us. Richard wouldn’t want you to stay away and mourn. I can hear his *snort* as I type this. And I am hoping you might sign up to be at least an Over Easy substitute host in his honor.
OmAli! If you come back this late, just have to say how glad I am to see your nom. I’ve worried a bit about your absence.
Haven’t been able to contribute much lately myself; glad to know you’re around.