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Today's Saying

A deadline is negative inspiration. Still, it's better than no inspiration at all. ~Rita Mae Brown

I have been in my laboratory creating three new internet aewards that will never be presented to anyone. The first is the
It is intended for those special people that make it necessary for us to type those bothersome letters in at the end of our wonderful comments. And those, even worse than that, who have forced people hurt by them into comment moderation. They slap spam on our sweet blogs and they say mean and nasty things or they use language not appropriate to our blog. There is , of course, no use in presenting it because they would never accept it, particularly the righteous nasty ones.

The second is :
This is a blog that is filled with obscene or potty words. They are not used to make a point. They don’t emphasize anything. They just use them. This makes it hard for some ( read me) to read the blog with any understanding. The words distract me. This award displayed at the top of the page would warn people like me to go read another blog. It won’t be presented because I am a chicken.

Finally there is this masterpiece
Some blogs are just dull. The writer has nothing to say. There is no emotion. There is no excitement. They are just plain dull. It won’t be presented because I couldn’t hurt somebody’s feelings.
But I am thinking of presenting it to me. I must be dull since I get so few comments



It seems that Pastor Joan’s husband was as surprised by the name as the congregation. He thought they had agreed on Alexander Zachary. Pastor Joan says that she doesn’t know where the name came from but it just jumped into her head . It somehow seemed like the right name for their son so she used it. She knows that Elijah was a great man of God so she can understand that name but Hoops . Where in the world did that come from?
Tommy UK smiled and thought of the being from another world. He and Herman, alone, remembered her.
In any case, wherever it came from, that is now the baby’s name.
Someone told Mrs. Pemberthy that there was an old woman who lived at the end of a seldom used trail up on the mountain who might know how to control gremlins. Some people said she was an old gypsy ladies and others that she was a witch. Most of what was known about her was from tales told at Nancy’s or around a campfire late at night. Some said she was older than Pigeon Falls and indeed some of the stories seemed to have been passed down from generation to generation. Some said she wasn’t even there any more and that nobody had visited her in a long time. Since one of the stories concerned her putting a curse on somebody whose life was then ruined one can understand why people were not in a hurry to visit. Some said she could cast a spell so that when she came to town to get groceries she would look young. Some said she turned a man into a frog.
But Mrs. Pemberthy decided she had to go and visit her.

Got to the computer at 5:00 this morning. Visited Quilly's blog. Then having hurt my head trying to figure out what her puzzle meant I upgraded my fiend's list.Pennie brought me a Diet Pepsi( The soda on sale this week). After breakfast I read until lunch. The afternoon was spent visiting blogs until we lost our internet and our TV. Back to reading. When the internet came back I finished my blog visits and discovered that Thom gave me this award without conditions. He also gave it to the rest of the internet but I accepted it. After all I am honest, sort of.
Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA.