Leave a comment Monday

Saying for the day- Soemtimes the comments come and sometimes they don't but there is always hope.

It’s “Leave a Comment Monday” and I continue my task of bringing old sayings into the internet age.

1. Couldn't carry a comment in a bushel basket
2.. Count your comments, not your visits
3. Courage of your comments
4.. Cut and comment

5. Day late and a comment short
6. Dead men make no comments
7. Comment in the rough
8.. Discretion is the better part of commenting

9. Divide and comment
10. D-liver, D-comment, D-sooner, D-better
11. Comment as I say and not as I comment
12.. Comment or die

13. Comment unto others as you would have them comment unto you
14. Doesn't have a comment to stand on
15. Don't bite off more that you can comment on
16. Don't count your comments before they are given


17. Don't muddy the comments
18.. Don't put all of your comments on one blog
19. Don't put off until tomorrow what you can comment on today
20. Don't sweat the small comments

Now its time for you to thank me for this hard work by leaving a comment.

@@@@ News from Pigeon Falls-The Little town in my garage where the trains still run, little boys talk to rocks, and the Liar’s Club contest goes on.– The liars Club of Pigeon Falls met yesterday and they read the latest Dragon Contest entry from Lois on the Web. This is her entry:
The autumn wind hummed through the rustling leaves; what an inspiring day to be in the woods! Buck had been coming to this spot many years for deer hunting.
Here, high on a ridge overlooking the river valley, the wind often sang these songs. It was exhilarating up here, enjoying the splendor of God’s world!
Today, Buck’s son-in-law, Jim, would join him at the end of the afternoon. Someone moving through the woods then might stir up some deer, and get them moving.
The afternoon sun was warm; Buck was so comfortable; he soon dozed off. An eagle flew over, screaming his rasping cry. Buck woke up, then dozed off again.
Awake again … maybe it was because the wind had picked up … it was getting chilly. Clouds pushed in, covering the sun; the woods were getting dark. The low hum of the wind was increasing to a chorus of moans and howls. Trees swayed, branches rose and fell, and leaves swirled through the air and tumbled across the hillside. How exciting!
Buck buttoned up against the wind’s chill. Although the wind was strengthening, it didn’t feel like rain.
So noisy; it would be hard to notice a deer moving. He’d have to pay attention. Jim should be coming up the hill soon.
What in the H***! What was that noise? Maybe Jim’s old truck … coming apart? This noise was like a bird cry … A crescendo ending in a loud “Whoosh”! IMAGINATION? NO! It was like nothing Buck had ever heard, or could even try to explain. “I hope it’s not something serious with Jim’s old truck. That pickup has seen its better days.”
Yelling, “Jim … are you okay?” … Buck waited for an answer … none! Man … there’s that God-awful noise again!
Checking his cell phone, and his gun: loaded, Buck dashed down the hill. He could hear the pounding of his heart!
By his own truck now; no Jim, yet! Panic took over. I’m no hero … I’m leaving! Not even casing his gun, Buck gave a prayer of thanks that the truck started.
Looking over by the rock pile at the river’s edge, Buck’s head began to swim! AN UNBELIEVABLE SIGHT! His first thought was that he was looking at a giant lizard. No lizards around here! This beast was huge! And, looking right at him! A hissing roar, like water on a hot stove … a smoky cloud of fire burst out of the beast’s mouth.
Buck’s truck had never gone so fast down this road before. He punched the 911 number on his cell phone. At the big corner, Buck met Jim driving in and motioned him to follow. Buck kept on his mad dash back toward town.
Later, Buck, still shaking … embarrassed … gave information for the Sheriff and the DNR officer … not really caring what they thought of his story. Would he ever go back to his favorite hunting spot? Not likely … not soon, anyway!
The Liar’s Club awaits more entries.
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Link for Today-Pen Tundra- When should you wake your wife? This blog has an answer. Leave him a wake up Dr. John.
My computer has been hanging up all day so I am closing up the blog on Betty's computer. I watched my soaps and finished reading " The White Dragon" . I did not have a chance to visit my links. I don't know what I will do in the morning but if there is no new blog then my computer is still down. We are waiting for Pennie to come home . She went right from work to the hospital as she is on call. Now I will take a breathing treatment.
GBYA