Your Christmas Card...

Money is scarce,
Times are Hard.
Here's your Danged,
Old Christmas Card.

I'm writing this note to remind you,
That inflation has taken away.
The things that I hold most essential,
My Workshop, my reindeer, my sleigh.

Now I'm making my rounds on a DONKEY,
He's old, he's crippled ans slow.
So you'll know that if I don't see ya Christmas,
That I'm out on my ASS in the snow.


Merry Christmas & Happy New Year !!!...

The Great o...

Funny, how many of the learned & supposedly wisest in DC think...
They claim that you need a degree from Harvard, Yale, Brown or some other Ivy League uppity snobby school to truly understand how America should be run...
These people have all the book learnin possible...but not a lick of sense.
They know politics inside and out...so..don't take much to be a brown-nose.
They know economics...but can't balance a budget.
They know Military Strategy...yet haven't served..
They know what's best for the Common Man..yet haven't even eaten a meal with them,
nor been to their house, met their kin, helped around the house, offered to pay one of
their bills, washed their clothes, changed their kids diaper, brought them a
bowl of soup when they were sick, took them to the doctor....

Yet they know what's best for America.
It's like having a 4x4 truck, lifted, with all the goodies that can be installed
for off-roading and never getting it off a paved road.

But, they know best....

Give me a man or woman with..
calluses on their hands,
sweat on their brow,
dirt on their clothes,
knows not to spend more than you have,
and, Common Sense....

They are worth more than all the education you can buy.

...remembering...9/11

9/11/01...
I won't go into a dialogue about how I or WE were affected that day...
Everyone has their way of remembering, most of them sad.

This is what I will say.....

WE Should Not Forget.

And, Honor those who perished from this act of Cowardice ...

10-8 there Good News...

Yep..it's been awhile since I posted....duh.

My Uncle, who is married to my mom's sister died the other day.
Some folks called him JM and some called him Moon. My Aunt gave him this nickname
when they were dating because she said he could reach the moon. He was about 6'4".
Some say she labeled him Moon because of his height, I think it was because he promised her
the moon if she wanted it. He was JM to most.

He was a pulpwooder, charcoal burner, sheet-rocker, builder, contractor, shade-tree mechanic and other trades.
He drove trucks around here hauling pulpwood, when they loaded it by hand and with machinery. He drove them all across this great nation. His handle was "Good News".
He always had a joke or story to tell. You could hear him laugh from 3 hollers over or over a crowd. He liked a good old slobber-knocker college football game.
Alabama was his favorite, and anybody that played Auburn.
You would be hard pressed to find anybody that knew more Auburn, Florida, Texas, LSU or any University jokes and not repeat himself. Laughter was his best medicine.


But mostly he was a Husband, Father, Papa, Uncle, cousin, brother and many other titles.
Mostly he was a fair and Honest man. So hard to find now a day.
A God fearing Loving man of, I believe no equal.
He will be Greatly missed. I am privileged to have known him.
The Moon has set for the final time, We will miss you JM...