Satan The Destroyer

The Devil made me do it.  Believe it was Flip Wilson who coined the term first.  Satan wanted to destroy the world, so he gave the world drugs.  Shortly thereafter he realized that not all the people in the world were going to do drugs, only the weak, the ineffective, the true losers in life.  The proverbial Monkey Wrench enters the picture, the snag in the master plan has been discovered.   He had to come up with something else.

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Back In The Saddle

Yes Martha, we are back.  Just been hiding out is all.  My stats indicate that I have not been around lately, and I can assure you, that is right.  The last time I posted anything, was about a week ago.  I have been working hard around the old Goat Farm, and trying to learn some new tricks on WordPress.Com (By the way … Do you like the new look?). 

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Sunday Drive

Being a card carrying member of the baby-boom generation I can testify that I grew up with the automobile.  Several automobiles to be exact, my father used to buy a new car about every two and one-half years on average.

Most American’s my age are either car lovers or were in one the majority of their lives.

Often on Sunday’s my father would announce after breakfast that we were going for a drive.  Now the Sunday Drive as I remember it, never had a destination, it was all shoot from the hip, let’s try this out, we have never been there before, and we would head out.

With cheap motor fuel and some hastily assembled sack lunches, we are loaded up in the family truckster and headed out.  On some days, he even took the family dog with us, which were especially memorable rides, sharing the backseat with a little sister and a boxer.  Living in one of the greatest states in the United States for geographical wonders and things to see and do, California was our playground.

Some days the trip was to the oceanside and the beach, others were to the mountains and one Sunday in particular, we ended up in Nevada.  To this day, I cannot figure out how, but when we stopped for gas, Dad asked the guy just “where in the world am I?” and he came back to the car and Mom said, “Well Loren, where are we?” and he smiled and say, “Well hon, we seem to be in Nevada my dear.” And then the discussion started.

Today’s offering is not strictly about cars, don’t be fooled.

The video is about a relationship between a man and his car, but most importantly, it is about family.  It is a short segment about two sons, who went the extra mile to do something very special for their Father.  I think it is worth watching and I hope you find time to do this too.  It will tug at your heartstrings and in small way, make your day.  Give it a shot.

Dads car



Thanks to Chopper Scott in NB.

Almost Christmas

Christmas time, end of the year, another one in the bag, and I am wondering where it is that the time has gone?  Summer is now just a faded memory and long since removed from my landscape.

Another observation that is recent, is the grandkids.  They seem to be leaping ahead in years, and of course, I am not prepared for it.  I sat the other day and studied intently the mannerisms and the actions of two of our grandchildren, and all I could think of was “they grow up too fast.”

It seems just like yesterday they were my little dinkers and now they are morphing into youngsters and soon to be teenagers.  I wonder if they will even like me, when that rite of passage happens?

Joshua one of our grandchildren is ten now.  It does not seem possible, but it is true.

I still remember the day I met him, he was a “preemie” came out of the chute in Fort Worth, Texas weighing less than a five pound bag of sugar.  Real small, I had never saw a baby that small before.

But he turned out just fine.  He is a handful, great little kid.

Not long ago I walked into the kitchen, and there he sat, little red head facing down towards the table, feet just off the floor, and I thought to myself, “They grow up so fast.  Soon he will be a teenager and we will not have this time with him.”  And now sadly, that day has come upon me, and of course, like I said, I am not prepared for it, I am not ready.

Allowing my mind a little time to unwind, I can still see him as he was before.  The day I walked into the kitchen and found him there.  Little Josh sat at that table, intently working on his letter.  Oblivious to just about everything in the room, he was deep into his ritual.  He was intently hovering over his piece of yellow paper, the kind with the “big lines” on it and I asked him “Josh, what he are you doing?” and he said, “writing a letter to Santa Claus.”

Carefully, unknown to him, I studied him intently.  I watched him labor with “his letters” as he refers to them, working diligently with each stroke, with care, with his big #2 pencil, he put his thoughts down on the paper.

Who knows?  Possibly for the very first time.

So I slowly walked over to the table and I peered down on the sheet of paper, curious to see what it is that he was so diligently working on and I saw:  “Dear Santa, I can save you some time this year, please skip my sister.”  So I asked him about that, did he think it was right, did he think it was the “proper thing to do?

And he didn’t quite have an answer for me.

Josh, you know about the naughty and nice rule, right?” and he shook his little head and said, “Yes.”

“Do you think this fits in that area?  Naughty or nice?

He thought about it for a minute and then said, “I dunno.

So then I said to him, “I can get you off the naughty list, but it costs a buck?  You got a buck?” and like a rocket, he shot out of the chair, ran into the TV Room and said to his dad, “Dad, can I have a dollar?”

Lord help us.

And yes, there isn’t anything better in the world than being a registered Grandfather.


What If?

At one time or another, we all wonder who it is that we might be, where it was that we came from, why am I here?  It is only natural in the progression of things to wonder these things.

But what if you slipped in the shower or fell down some stairs, and when you came awake, you did not know who you were?  How would you handle that?  Your entire memory is wiped clean by a simple pit fall or stumble.  So one day, you are the CEO of a major corporation and you slip in your office bathroom in Phoenix Arizona and wake up in a hospital.  And you awaken only to discover … You cannot remember who you are … Without a clue of who, what, where, when and why?

So to make matters even worse, when the doctor looks at you and says “What is your name?” you have no working knowledge of the word name and you do not know its meaning.  When introduced to your wife of some 30 years, you do not know what the word “wife” means.

What would you do if you found yourself in this predicament, with untreatable form of memory loss.  Again, “What would you do, when you look around the room and survey your world, and nothing, absolutely nothing, registers with you, then what?

I suppose there is no greater agony in life than bearing an untold story inside of you.

Kind of scary eh.


Related:  Who Am I?

Gobble-Gobble Y’all

turkeyGobble-Gobble, Y’all

That is Okie Talk for “pass me one of them drumsticks.”  If you haven’t noticed, they have started.  All the major stores and malls have put up their “Christmas Stuff.”

Being as I am one of those werewolf loonies that becomes somewhat moody and unruly this time of the year, I will ask the basic question:

“Got all your Christmas shopping done?”

Already my annual inferiority complex is moving in.  Every year it seems to start just a tad bit earlier than the year before.  It is caused by all these people who insist on making fun of those of us who have not yet completed their Christmas shopping.  Here it is, November, and the list of things I have NOT done is staggering.

  • No … I have not completed my Christmas shopping.
  • No … I have not picked out my Christmas cards.
  • No … I don’t know what everyone wants this year.
  • No … I have not talked to the wife about where she wants the tree.
  • No … I have not the little fake people on the front lawn.
  • No … I do not remember where we put the tree lights from last year.
  • No … I probably will not spend the weekend shopping.

It is getting harder to remember, but I believe there was actually a time in my life, when Thanksgiving Day came literally weeks ahead of Christmas.  It still does on the calendar, but in our minds it’s become sort of a target date for seeing how everybody is doing preparing for Christmas.

I don’t know exactly when this merging of Christmas and Thanksgiving began, but it was not an idea thought up by the Pilgrims, this much I know.  At least I don’t think so?  I think it was Sears, Lowe’s, Home Depot or China-Mart if you want to know the truth.  Last I heard, the Pilgrims took their Holidays, one day at a time.

Back in those days, the days of the Pilgrims.  The Pilgrims got together for a big dinner and then, while the women Pilgrims were cleaning up the kitchen, the men Pilgrims went into the den and watched the Cowboys lose to the forty-niners or something like that?  Nowadays, attitudes are different, much, much different.  We are in such a hurry to get it all over with.

A woman answered a knock on her back door and saw a beggar standing there.  “Lady” he said, “I am hungry.  I have not eaten in two days.  Could you give me something to eat?” The lady replied, “Well, I don’t have anything but these drumsticks left over from Thanksgiving dinner yesterday.” The beggar said, “That would be fine.” So the lady said, “Okay, drop by tomorrow, right now we are working on our Christmas Card List.”

It used to be that Christmas didn’t begin moving into the spotlight until around the 10th of December.  By that time of the month, it was permissible for children to start asking about getting the tree and later on it was considered all right to begin the job of purchasing gifts for the rest of the family.  And the other important people in your life, immediate family, friends, associates at work, the Cable TV guy.

Funny, I hardly see anybody anymore who admits shopping as late as the middle of December.  But it is common to know people who have all of their buying done by the weekend of Thanksgiving and many already have completed that annual task of revising the Christmas Card List, based on who dropped them the previous December by the 29th of November.

I sort of think that the very best way to observe Thanksgiving Day is not to discuss Christmas.  It takes some of the fun out of Thanksgiving Day when the whole family sits at the table and makes all the Christmas plans, before the pumpkin pie is served.

Thanksgiving is a time for homecomings, love and good tidings should abound.  Play with the Grand-baby in the pile of leaves in the backyard, pet the dog, sit down and really talk to the child who is home from college and with you on the Holiday.

This Thanksgiving, gather with the family and bask in the glow of all the wonderful things that God has provided for you.  Take a quick mental inventory of all the riches he has given you that you should be thankful for.  God’s word says, 2 Cor 4:15 … For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many rebound to the glory of God.

One last thing:  This year I have made up my mind, I will not do one thing about Christmas on Thanksgiving Day.  Not one thing!  Christmas will come soon enough.

God Bless.

Fifty Plates To Feed My Brother

If you are still here?  If you want to take a Turkey Test you can find one here … I got half of them.  Gobble-Gobble Y’all.