Archeological Dig in the Twentieth Century
Saying for the Day: Reading this blog is as much fun as digging up old dinosaur bones.
----As I write this blog I have sitting in front of me a box full of artifacts . If you looked at it you might think it was a box full of junk but trust me what’s in this box is not junk but artifacts.
Artifacts , I am sure you know, are what archeologists use to recreate the lives of people in civilizations long gone . A broken vase , an axe made out of rock, the nose from an ancient sculpture in the hands of a trained archeologist tell stories that the average person would never see.
Well In this box are the artifacts that would allow such a skillful scientist to recreate the life of a Lutheran Pastor of the last century. Every little detail could be squeezed out of them and an unbelievably dull picture would emerge.
So I have decided before I cover this box with plastic and bury it in the backyard ( It is required of archeologists that they dig up their artifacts. I don’t know why that is but its part of the code. An archeologist that doesn’t dig but recreates life is called a sociologist and is not held in high esteem by real archeologists.) I am going to share with the readers of this blog some of the stories that belong to these priceless artifacts.
In the days to come I will pick from the box an artifact . I will then recreate the information that it alone can give you.
It will happen whenever I get too near to the box.
It will begin with artifacts that help to see the romantic history of said pastor.(WOW)
It will happen even though Betty, my present wife, thinks that some lives are better unrecreated.
I have to warn you that this could be very dull.
I will put a warning sign in the bushes by the fortress to let you know before you begin to read.
So on those days when I carry out this threat you should drop to the @@@ of the hapless loser.
Even that will be more interesting.
6250 spins without a prize. Because of yesterdays comment hapless loser wants me to explain the spin stuff. He doesn't want this blog to be even worse for his section.
You see every morning, after his glass of orange pop, hapless loser goes to a website called IWON.com where he gets 50 free spins on a slot machine.
So far he has not won anything.
He hasn't won the camera,
or the Ipod,
or the DVD player,
or the five dollar bill.
He hasn't won the progressive jackpot
or the hundred thousand dollar prize.
And for sure he hasn't won the million.
Despite being such a loser he blogs every day as a warning to those not yet addicted to stay away.
Lately he has ended with Uncle Wiggly sayings because that's the way the stories in the book his mother read to him every night (an Uncle Wiggly book of course) used to end.
So Uncle Wiggly lovers! If the shift key doesn't jam and fill the screen with what could be obscenities we will be back tomorrow with another adventure of " As the World Spins".
I don't know if you noticed but I got thirteen real comments yesterday. It was a banner day.
My experience with word verification( you know where you have to type in those annoyimg little letters) yesterday was so bad that I decided to take it off of my blog. I don't want those few people who do comment to go through the ordeal (by the time I made this decision I already had three comments). Spam may come but I'll just put up with it, anything for the good of my readers.
Betty has been and is busy building the Gruesome Casket Company and I have been kit bashing a working $65 locomotive and a $15 dump car into either a pile of junk or a fantasy engine. I really wish I knew which it will be.
Well I finally got the batteries charged and back in the camera so you can click here to see Betty's Mountain.
Well Betty finished the Gruesome Casket Company and went to Bible study. I am working on a new poll which I will put up tomorrow. Half my readers seem to like Bush and half don't. Despite that fact there will be a letter from me to the President in tomorrow's blog. I will try to be fair and balanced (if an unbalanced person can be balanced).
I need a breathing treatment.