Indian Summer

The annual ritual of fall has started, they are chasing the pigskin all across America (Football has started) and the leaves are starting to drop from the trees.  As the sun slowly moves to the south, the temperatures are easing up and the year starts to wind down.  In Oklahoma this time of the year is referred to as … “Indian Summer.”  Having no real issue to contend with today or subject matter of great concern, I will continue.

A friend of mine, when he has a problem, or things are not going right in his world, will use the expression, “Circumstances beyond my control.”  This is his way of covering what should not be happening.  Another one similar or along the same lines will be “Circumstances dictate that I” and then he will just put it to bed, whatever it might be.

Interesting expression, and I often wonder how it became part of our language in society?  But then again, I wonder about a lot of things.  For instance, “Why do lovely women get those tattoo’s?” How can you improve on a form that is already perfect?  Here is one that is over the top for sure.

Back to colorful expressions or metaphors.  Here is another one, “I am doing this in your best interests.”  Uh huh, sure.

Whenever someone says, “I am doing this in YOUR best interest” you should do one of two things.

  1. Run as fast as you can and get away from this person.
  2. Grab your wallet and make sure your money is safe.

Last week I got a little taste of “Circumstances beyond my control.”  Which has forced me to make some changes around here.  I have kind of throttled things back as I am anticipating a big hospital bill sometime soon from “recent events.”  Funny, how when the purse strings get tight and the money isn’t there, you start to concentrate on the simple pleasures of life, the issues and trivial endeavors, that do not require an investment of money, but rather, just time.

I call it getting “back to basic’s.”

Re-learning those simple things in life that do not cost a whole lot, but still give you pleasure.  Rising early in the morning and listening to the birds singing in the yard.  A cup of fresh brewed, piping hot coffee and the perfect temperature to enjoy it from your lawn chair on the porch quickly come to mind.

A good book, perhaps read for the second time, music, walking the dog, raking up the leaves piling up under the tree in the front yard.  All of these menial chores that soothe the trouble soul, free and there for the taking.  Each and every one of them a small endomorphic shot of pleasure for your tired mind that seems to be chocked full of the worries and cares of the day.

How do I know all of this?  How can I be sure that this is what YOU need?

Well it is simple really.  You see, “I have your best interests at heart” and “circumstances dictate that I share this with you as soon as possible.”  The year is almost used up and as usual, I am flat out running out of time.

One of the best video’s of the summer.

Thank you for stoppin’ by … Please come back soon.


Cartoon compliments of

All Saints Hollow

This one is going down a day late and a dollar short, but I have been busy, and I did not get it finished on time.

Here is your Halloween Joke for 2008.

An extremely modest man was in the hospital for a series of tests, the last of which had left his bodily systems extremely upset. To say that he had “irritated bowel symptom” would be an understatement to say the least.

Upon making several false alarm trips to the bathroom, he decided the latest episode was another and stayed put.  He suddenly filled his bed with diarrhea and was embarrassed beyond his ability to remain rational! In a complete loss of composure he jumped out of bed, gathered up the bed sheets, and threw them out the hospital window.

A drunk was walking by the hospital when the sheets landed on him.  He started yelling, cursing, and swinging his arms violently trying to get the unknown things off, and ended up with the soiled sheets in a tangled pile at his feet.

As the drunk stood there, unsteady on his feet, staring down at the sheets, a hospital security guard, barely containing his laughter, and who had watched the whole incident, walked up and asked “What the heck is going on here?”

The drunk, still staring down at the pile of rumpled soiled sheets said, “I dunno, I think I just beat the crap outta a ghost!”

Last night the ghosts and goblins were out and about, the dogs were barking and the neighborhood was somewhat spooky, for a little while anyway. Darker than a coal miners lunch box too. The next full moon on Halloween as I understand it will not occur until 2020. (Hey you never know when you are going to need some of this stuff, best take notes)

All night long  … The doorbell rang unmercifully and Mama quickly tired of going back and forth to the door to deliver treats to all the hob-goblins and little princess’s of the neighborhood. So she stood up and announced to no one in particular, “The next kid that rings that door bell, is going to get the ENTIRE BOWL OF CANDY and then I am shutting off the lights and being done with it!”

So the doorbell rang, and she opened up the door and there stood this little guy dressed up like a Hobo and she said, almost barked at him to tell you the truth, she said, “Open your sack.” So he dutifully opened up the sack as wide as it would open and she dumped the ENTIRE CONTENTS OF THE BOWL into his sack. He looked at the contents of his bag and then exclaimed, “Gee lady, when I came here I was really poor. Now I is rich!”

Any bets on what happened to the doorbell after that? When he went out into the dark and told ALL of his little buddies?

Happy Halloween


“The cartoon courtesy of Center for American Progress” (online)