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Dear RedState.com (cross-posted),
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ryan Larsen. Im a truth lover, chess player and avid political junkie. I co-founded....
OK, here is the point where the mods step in... Originally this Pro-Romney troll went on for about twenty thousand words about how wonderful Romney is and how everyone else sucks. You get the picture. He wrote it to our friends at RedState but posted it here. I take it, probably because he met the same fate there as he just did here. We the mods will save you from all that boredom and just allow you to point and laugh. Carry on.
We went to some friends’ home for dinner. I didn’t go out on Friday. I hate crowds and I don’t like the kidnapping of Christmas by Mammon worshipers. Those are the 12 days of Christmas. (close rant)
I agree - Christmas starts when it gets dark on December 24. Happy Advent! Did you dust your ceiling fan blades so the Advent Kitteh will bring you wine and pretzels?
” Ive been very bad since Thursday dinner.”
Enjoy the holidays. You have already proven how un-hugh & series you are : )
” I was hoping that made sense to you.
Cause I have no idea what it means.”
It sounded good tho !
It’s no big deal...borge was both awesome and great.
And at least he’s not pregnant.
Off to church. I’m the “set up “ dude.
Go get ‘em! We leave the house at noon for Mass at 1:00.
Ah, but during that shift I had to deal with a constant stream of GPS morons driving tractor trailers.
If it weren’t for the constant non-stop questions about whether or not we are Home Depot, Do it Best, UPS, or Fed Ex that could easily be answered by them actually reading and comprehending the truck exit sign, it wouldn’t be a bad 12 hour shift.
But, it’s for SCIENCE!
Where we answer the question: What would turkey do if they had to caffienate to ambulate?
My estimate, thirty miles an hour. Picture ostriches running.
Ostriches have much longer legs than turkeys ... a turkey would be more like picturing ME running 30 mph.
Actually, I can picture that.
I’ve heard that you’re the only runner in the South with a red-line indicator on her pedometer.
Thanks, T-C. No ceiling fan and no kittehs...
Please do not send me justice.
You can send me flowers.
Yesterday, I finally got the sink drains cleared. I used a little elbow grease and the Plumber’s Friend. Man. What a job.
Still, I only managed to get two sink-loads of Thanksgiving dishes done before my back gave out.
I was going to wash clothes this morning, but I was just too tired. I was awake from midnight to 4:00 AM for whatever. Ungh.
Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow. Or maybe I’ll walk to Walmart in the morning. *sigh* If today is any indication of what tomorrow will be like, I will be lucky to go out and get mail here. :o|
I’m a fan of Crystal Drano, although sometimes you just have to get the plugs out and dig the slime with long sticks.
68 and humid. I’m ready for the cold to hit - forecast is a high of 50 for tomorrow - so the swelling in my legs and feet will go down.
I got the last of the dishes done and now the kitchen is clean. No wonder I use disposable dishes....
Tomorrow, I think I’ll be going to Walmart. My grandson, James, is having a birthday Friday, and I need to get a card off to him. It’s hard to believe he’s going to be 15. Next year is my time to visit him, so I’m hoping to save some money for the trip between October and Thanksgiving.
Ohyah!!! Thanks for the frog! And the kitteh on the card is so cute!
If I knew what these pipes were made of, I might be more inclined to use a commercial drain cleaner. Since I may do more damage than good, I’ll try the old remedies...vinegar and baking soda, plunger...yah...*grrrr*
The weather page sez we are at 69, but we have high thin clouds, no breeze and I believe it to be about 62 or less. The Stig doesn’t like it, for sure.
Positive: No dishes / Negative: No leftovers ;-)
Rant on. It's supposed to be a celebration of the birth of the Son of God.
I can't stand the crowds myself. You can't even get groceries without them stampeding over you at this time of year.
I studiously avoid shopping during Thanksgiving, period. Some people like the crowds and the noise, and the challenge, but I want to shop by myself, without standing in long lines, waiting for my turn at the check-out where the clerk may or may not have been having a good day.
My favorite time to shop is 5:30 AM. :o])
Most of them aren’t having a good day because people can be such jerks. I try to be nice to retail workers even more at this time of year.
Having worked retail, I know what it’s like to face tired and cranky people, so whenever I can, I call the clerks by name and thank them for the time they have spent with me.
If they are trainees, I try to let them know that we all had a “first time” behind the register, and that they will do great.
That was quick delivery from the Post Awful. The kitteh wasn’t sure if it was Hallowe’en, Thanksgiving, or Advent. I don’t suppose he brought you wine and pretzels ...
62 and raining, here. I’m still waiting for the temperature to drop. The catz went out to get wet.
. . . . . . I am trying to prepare myself.
“Grace will lead me home.” — (John Newton)
“The Lord has promised good to me.
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.”
“A Well Of Joy” ( — phrase by Joel Osteen)
There is a well of joy in you,
An ocean in your blood.
Be glad for this component,
The rest of you is mud.
Deep down inside your spirit,
A depth of strength and love,
Wells up to bring the zest to life,
A gift from up above.
When parched by circumstances,
Or reeling from a blow,
Tap into depths of energy,
The lifting of this resource,
Will lift you up as well,
To slake your thirst for happiness,
In places that you dwell.
The desert land of loneliness,
The mountains of despair,
Are quite improved by tiny sips,
Of nectar you can share.
Just reach inside your spirit,
The recipe is this,
When desolation comes to call,
Give it a sloppy kiss!
NicknamedBob . . . July 8, 2007
“Grace will lead me home.” (John Newton)
“Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.”
Im worried about next week,
When some debts are coming due,
And concerns about my familys health,
Are constantly in view.
But today, the sun is shining,
And my heart is quite at peace,
For the moment, at this instance,
Im not looking for surcease.
I have some years behind me,
And more yet still ahead,
But on the whole they pleased me,
More than filling me with dread.
For today, the birds spread wings of joy,
To embrace the world this much,
Just as do I, in reaching out,
To keep my heart in touch.
In the distant future, when I as memory,
Will haunt the hills and hollows,
Of a changed vicinity,
Then my touch will be as follows:
Folk will be seeing rainbows,
Or singing birds in flight,
And sometimes thoughts of mine,
Will then intrude upon their sight.
For tomorrow will be coming,
While I wend another way,
And my focus will not be with things,
That may be coming, but today.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . March 1, 2008
Great food for thought and prayer, NNB.
One weary soul refreshed..
I’ll be cooking Thanksgiving dinner within the octave - that much more enjoyable for not being coerced.... ;-) We count our blessings, often. We cry, often. One of our biggest blessings recently went off world. It’ll be a long while ‘til we see his like again, this side of Glory. (sigh!)
I've always thought the lifestyle of the rich and totally obscure would suit me just fine.
I have paw prints on my hood from the cat someone dropped off at my job.
Nobody has been able to catch the cat either.
As long as you know it’s there, you can’t sleep in peace ...
And it looks confused like, “Hey, who are you people?!”
I always thought the phrase was, “May you die a long time.”
Oh. Not the same, is it? My bad.
Strange mood, ‘Face. I wake up feeling like I am dying more each day. Chronic pain is the pits..... Thank God for codeine and gabapentin - the only RXs that keep me going. Some days I just want to scream..... PT is helping a little, but the nerve related leg pain remains constant.
Oh, honey. I am so sorry. Your depression over the loss of your sweetheart is no doubt contributing to the overall malaise that has you in its grip.
I just finished “decorating” for Christmas, and it would seem that all my decorations are Nativities...my, my...I wonder why? Perhaps the visual reminder of the Savior’s Birth is enough to carry me through the holidays. They are always spent alone, as they have been since 1989, so I can empathize with you.
One year, when my life was at one of the bleakest points, someone gave me half a dozen felt Christmas projects to work on. I was living in a “druggie hotel” (since burned down) and had no TV or stereo. My solace was in studying the Scriptures and making felt projects to ease a lot of the heartache that I couldn’t deal with otherwise.
Of that period in my life (six months plus) I remember only that I was close to the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and that my hands willingly worked on things I had no place to hang. I knew that whatever I was going through was temporary, and I was going to come out first and on top, no matter how much that old bag was shaken.
Since my childhood, I have been an optimist, and though I have had some uncertain, scary days and nights, the thing that kept me going was this mantra: I will not give Satan the satisfaction of bringing me down. I will fight him with optimism that he will never be able to overcome. Once I hit the bottom, the only way to go was up, and I was going to DO IT!
My prayers for you are that you, too, will find some courage in the simple things of life. I have seveal Nativities that I never pack away...as reminders that He, too, suffered, and much more so than I. He rose above it. I am always looking at the sunrise, awaiting the day the Lord has made and being glad I am alive to see it again.
Hang in there, LoM. You are not forgotten. He knows you, He knows your needs, and He has blessings in store for you. NEVER GIVE UP!!!
Yes. Most people don't enjoy the 'famous' part as much as they thought they would.
Is that at your church? When will that be?
We count our blessings, often. We cry, often.
I bet! That is normal, and healing. My father died when I was young. It hurt like hell, but I figured out that God has a reason for everything. I still don't understand it, but I've come to accept it.
One of our biggest blessings recently went off world. Itll be a long while til we see his like again, this side of Glory. (sigh!)
It will seem like a long while to you, until you see him, and then the time it took will be immaterial.
*HUGS* I'm sorry we didn't get to know each other better when Sion was still with us.
God bless you abundantly for sharing your heart with me, and so publicly. I am sure others on Free Republic need lifting up at this time of year. Only the Lord himself knows the needs of this audience. We live our lives in such a fish bowl.... ‘Face, you are a real encourager of broken down people. That resilience you have is definitely divinely imputed. I am not feeling as “connected” with that source as I have in the past. I told my priest it was time for a retreat - he said he agreed. Hasn’t happened, yet. Home has too many “distractions” to be used as a sanctuary. All I see around me are memories of Sionn and the “stuff” that needs to be sorted, pitched, stored or given away. I think I will deal with that AFTER Christmas - with a little help from daughter(s) and friends. Meanwhile, I am going to make the effort to capture the true spirit of Advent and Christmastide so as to properly celebrate it and put the rest of life in right perspective. “I know that my Redeemer liveth....” (Handel - The Messiah) Thank you for sharing your wisdom and your pain. It helps. :-)
Oh, Fan! I wish it were your church - It’s at home with daughter, tomorrow. She has class later in the day and an appointment for a chat with a counselor - I have evening Choir practice at 6:45 so we’ll probably eat in two stages: pre outings and post outings. I am hoping she will help me with it - she wants to do the turkey like Sionn did it: on the Weber grill, slowly with radiant heat from baskets of coals below, alongside the bird, with a drip pan underneath the bird. Mizuki-san’s cayenne caper was a wonderful surprise and delicious! It became what we do to turkey ever since. So, I’ll prep the bird, M-s will babysit it, while I make the “rest” of the feast.... we will have fun and remember the good times with Sionn. :-) You can come if you want to, but it’s a long way from Canada. ‘Face and T-C, you can come, too. For that matter, any FReeper who wants to can stop by - but fair warning - the housekeeping has gone south since Sionn left ... Blessings all around. And, FReeper family, if any of you find yourselves near Seattle of the East Side, give us a shout. You are what family is all about. Thank you for carrying us all these long months. We love you for it!!!!!
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