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Friday, 10 July 2009

  • what's up with that donkey?

    Our neighbors decided to become citizen farmers.  Lucky us.

    Don't get me wrong.  My best friend in high school grew up on a farm and I've always respected their work ethic and the care they give their animals.

    But lately, three of my neighbors have decided (for various reasons) to become citizen farmers.  The one has about 8 acres of land and he's been raising heifers for sale for butchering.  I find them rather funny because they look down the hill at us when we are in our yard and watch us or they bellow when they are tired/bored/lonely/hungry just like babies. 

    Another neighbor has decided to raise free range chickens.  The rooster has no clue of what sunrise is and crows at all hours of the day and night. 

    And the third neighbor has decided that they need goats, chickens and a donkey.  The goats bleat, the chickens crow and cluck and the donkey?  Well the donkey has a lot of opinions that he/she expresses both day and night.

    I guess in my mind I had always equated donkeys and mules as being the same size, but either donkeys are a lot shorter than I realized or this one is a runt. No  matter the physical size, this creature has a set of lungs on it that are exercised day and night.  We are about a quarter mile from this little bugger but when it gets going, I'd swear it was in the room with me.

    Of all the creatures, the donkey by far makes the most noise of them all.  He's not mistreated, is well fed, has sufficient room to run, is pampered and friendly, but sure has a lot to say.

    He kind of reminds me of some people.  Nothing really to add to the conversation or to complain about, but always right there with an opinion.

    Sadly, sometimes that person is me........

Thursday, 09 July 2009

  • trying to tell us something?

    I laughed out loud at this article on MSNBC:

    http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31803370/ns/travel-news/

    Turtles made their way onto the runways of JFK airport, delaying air traffic while crews rounded up the turtles and returned them to Jamaica Bay far from the runway and back where it was safe.

    So.................................

    This begs a couple of questions for me:

    1. Exactly how does one "round up" a turtle?  Somehow chaps and lariats do not seem necessary here.....perhaps buckets and nets?  Doesn't do much for the cowboy song portion of a roundup, does it?

    2. Were the turtles singing "Don't fence me in"?  Do turtles even sing?

    3.  How many people had trouble explaining to their loved ones/bosses/friends that their flight was delayed because of turtles?  Would you believe that story?

    4. Maybe the turtles are trying to tell us something....like slow down, take it easy, travel in large groups, wait for a bailout....oh wait, that last one was for business.......

    You can see in what random directions my mind can wander.....

    So, yay for the turtles and double yay for JFK for taking care of them.  Turtles are a good indicator of a healthy environment.  When you see a turtle, things are good in your neighborhood, environmental-wise.

    And maybe we should adopt a more turtle like approach to life, you know....slow down, move with deliberation, but keep on plugging along.

    Sounds like good advice for me.....

Wednesday, 08 July 2009

Tuesday, 07 July 2009

  • oh puleeze!

    I have simply got to stop watching morning news shows.

    This morning, Rev. Al Sharpton was being interviewed by Meridith Viera and was bleating on about how if Michael Jackson was a white man there wouldn't be all this scrutiny into his life and lifestyle.

    Oh puleeze!

    Perhaps the good Rev. has forgotten another American icon named Elvis Presley??

    When Elvis came to his end (untimely or not), we were treated to WAY more information about his life and lifestyle than we ever needed to know.  For example, we were regaled with tales of  his difficulties with "irregularity" and how those drugs along with other drugs conspired in his system to create chaos.  Or was it his penchant for fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches?  And lets not forget the endless discussion about whether Elvis was found on the toilet or on the bathroom floor.  Good grief!

    And let's not forget the years of "inquiries" by such noted rags as the National Enquirer about the state of his health, his fortune, his ex wife, his daughter, his drug abuse, and on and on and on.  One article even calculated how much his overweight body sweated during a performance.

    I'd call that scrutiny for sure.

    It's not the color of the skin, Rev. Sharpton, it's the infamy of the individual.  This is one time you cannot beat the racism stick.  Unless, of course, Elvis was a secret black man.  Now that would be news!

Sunday, 05 July 2009

  • Keeping me humble....

    As a lay speaker, sometimes you walk into interesting situations.  Sometimes they turn out funny.  This is one of them.

    One of the smaller churches in our area called me to speak this morning.  As I was moving along with (what I thought was) an interesting and enlightening sermon, a four year old in the congregation, who was using the pew to hold his coloring book, looked up at his mom and asked, "Is she done yet?".

    Everyone chuckled and so did I.

    Hey, sometimes you just need to be kept humble.  :>)

     

     

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