It's saturday so it's time for

God speaking to St. Francis:

Francis, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there? What happened to the dandelions, violets, thistle and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect,no-maintenance garden plan.  Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long lasting blossoms attracts butterflies honeybees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But all I see are these green rectangles.

St. Francis: It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers "weeds" and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.

God: Grass? But it's so boring. It's not colorful. It doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees, only grubs and sod worms. It's temperamental with temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?

St. Francis: Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plants that crop up in the lawn.

God: The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.

St. Francis: Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it... sometimes twice a week.

God: They cut it? Do they then bail it like hay?

St. Francis: Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.

God: They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?

St. Francis: No, Sir. Just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.

God: Now let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?

St. Francis: Yes, Sir.

God: These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work.

St. Francis: You aren't going to believe this Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.

God: What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn, they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. Plus, as they rot, the leaves form compost to enhance the soil. It's a natural circle of life.

St. Francis: You had better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.

God: No! What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter and to keep the soil moist and loose?

St. Francis: After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call 'mulch'. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.

God: And where do they get this mulch?

St. Francis: They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.

God: Enough! I don't want to think about this any more. St. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us tonight?









St. Catherine: 'Dumb and Dumber', Lord. It's a real stupid movie.

God: Never mind, I think I just heard that story from St. Francis.







With a Bit tim Tip of the hat to Hale McKay

A HEARTFELT THANK YOU.

To all those that have left messages of encouragement to me,I thank you for the support.and I was deeply touched by the Quote posted on Stephany's site for me.Stephany Thank you for this Quote;A quote for Mike

"Perhaps it's done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be I, it will be the silence, where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on." --Samuel Beckett

It's Wednesday so it's time for

Warrant Officer John W. Hermann (Pictured Right)
7th Engineer Support Battalion, 1st MLG

A Marine warrant officer received the Silver Star on July 15 during a short ceremony in Afghanistan. On Feb. 26, 2008, then-Staff Sgt. John W. Hermann, an explosive ordnance disposal technician, accompanied a team with Company B, 1st Marine Special Operations Battalion, on a combat reconnaissance patrol through Dahaneh, a village in southern Afghanistan held by Taliban forces.

While on the patrol, the team came under a barrage of fire from rocket-propelled grenades, mortars, machine guns and small-arms fire. Hermann, according to the award citation, jumped out of his vehicle with another Marine and ran toward a group of entrenched fighters.

You can read the rest of Warrant Officer John W. Hermann's story here.

These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero.

We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived

This post is part of the Wednesday Hero Blogroll. For more information about Wednesday Hero, or if you would like to post it on your site, you can go here.

Celestine got this.

Can you imagine my surprise to see this in my hopsital room.Celestine got it from the gift shop at Metro hospital,while I was in the CCU.at the bottom of the balook is a spot where if you tap it just right is plays this:
 

The whole IS not played just the "Don't worry be Happy" refrain

A GOOD reflection about today.

Let me introduce you to the elephant in the room, it has been a week since I tried to kill myself by overdosing on my psyche medications. One week ago today just about an hour from now, I took about 20 pills of Lamotrogine and 20 pills of Citropram. I almost died this time. I spent part of the day in the emergency room, then I spent the next 24 hours in the ICU. On Tuesday they transferred me to the CCU, on Wednesday they did a heart catheration on me wanting to see what kind of damage I did. Fortunately they did not find any blockages, they are not sure what kind of damage I did to my heart. That will take some more tests to determine. Needless to say I am grateful for surviving my attempt. I have been off ALL of my different medications that I have been taking and I am doing real good. Maybe the different cocktail of medications were contributing to some of the depression that led to my attempting to take my own life. BOTTOM LINE OF THIS POSTING IS THAT I AM GRATEFUL TO BE ALIVE, FEEL BLESSED TO SURVIVED MY ATTEMPT, AND ACCEPT FULL BLAME FOR MY STUPIDITY.

If it's Monday that it is time for

A Sunday Thought

If it's saturday than it's....

A teenager and his Dad.


A teenage boy had just passed his driving test and inquired of his father as to when they could discuss his use of the car.

His father said he’d make a deal : ‘You bring your grades up from a C to a B average, study your Bible a little, and get your hair cut. Then we’ll talk about the car.’

The boy thought about that for a moment, decided he’d settle for the offer, and they agreed on it.

After about six weeks his father said, ‘Son, you’ve brought your grades up and I’ve observed that you have been studying your Bible, but I’m disappointed you haven’t had your hair cut.

The boy said, ‘You know, Dad, I’ve been thinking about that, and I’ve noticed in my studies of the Bible that Samson had long hair, John the Baptist had long hair, Moses had long hair…and there’s even strong evidence that Jesus had long hair.’

His father replied, ‘And……………did you also notice they all walked everywhere they went?

With a Tip of tne Hat to Steve over at bethere2day

A Thank You to my Sister Sandy.

as every one knows I have blasted some family members on my blog in the past.This posting is about something GOOD that my SIS SANDY has done. when I was able to recieve phone calls while in the hospital,Sandy calles and asked me if it would be ok to call her pastor to come visit with me in the hospital.I told her yes. when Pastor Steve did visit with me we talked some he offered to be an advisor to me if I wanted to I said that I did.I am glad that I did.I still do not know how much activeity that I can handle.He is will to come and visit with me here at home and bring me communion as well.For this I am greatful.

I have been Mia.

To all: I have been AWOL/MIA from Golch Central and Nut Case 1. I did a extremely stupid thing and I almost died because of it. I just got home from being in the hospital. On Monday I tried to take my own life by overdose. I am not proud of it. I am glad that I survived it!Monday was touch and go. In 2 weeks I have to have a follow up EKG, due to the medications I took thrown off my heart rhythm. I realize that I can not ever do this again. If I had not survived my attempt I would have been laid to rest today. I have asked for forgiveness from my family members. I know what I have to work on. I will continue to strive to improve myself. I hope that every one will keep me in their prayers while I work to cure my trouble. I will do posting as I can, and try to visit with every one as I can.

Wednesday Hero

This Weeks Post Was Suggested By Greta

Ernie Pyle
August 3, 1900 – April 18, 1945

Ernie Pyle is oft considered the best, and most loved, war correspondent in American history. Pyle's involvement with the military began early in his life. He wasn't even 18 years old when he joined the Navy Reserve, but because WWI ended soon after he only served for three month.

After he dropped out of Indiana University he began his career in journalism when he worked for a local Indiana paper for three months after which he got a job at The Washington Daily News. In 1928 he became the countries first aviation columnist. Pyle stayed on at The Daily News until 1942 when America entered WWII.

His style of writing during this time was different than anyone else was doing. Pyle wrote from the perspective of the Soldier. A style that won him popularity as well as the Pulitzer.

On April 18, 1945 Ernie Pyle was killed on Ie Shima, an island off Okinawa Honto when he was hit by enemy fire. He was riding in a Jeep with Lt. Col. Joseph B. Coolidge when a machine gun began firing at them. They stopped and ran for a ditch. Pyle's last words were to Lt. Col. Coolidge when he asked him "Are you all right?"

Upon his death, Ernie Pyle was buried with his helmet on, the Army, Navy and Marine Corps were all represented at his service and he was one of the few American civilians to be awarded the Purple Heart.

These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero.
We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived

This post is part of the Wednesday Hero Blogroll. For more information about Wednesday Hero, or if you would like to post it on your site, you can go here.

SCORE ONE FOR ME.

I fixed my router problem by changing the router log in setting.YEH ME!

Sunday Thought.

I ran across this great posting last night.I just had to share it.Please go and see this powerful message in photos and the captions that go with it.

here we go AGAIN!

as the title says here we go again.ever since the kind people at att&t support changed my password for the modem log-in .I have had sporatic internet.Yesterday I was on the phone with these support(?) people for over an hour. they got me online again just to have my connection fail later in the night.Now today I was on the phone with these support people for over an hour and a half.again my interent access is sporatic.I cannot use my wireless router at all.I have not been for the past 2 days.In addition I have not even been able to access my att yahoo mail account as well.I have had it.Tomarrow I am going to be chaecking into a differt interent provider.that att you great people can plant some tulips.

WTF???? WHY ME????!!!!!

well folks last night and this morning was such a pain in the ass. I could not connect with the Internet.I spent over an hour with the att support on the phone lat night that I got the dsl to work,but I could not use my router. that again I got up and could not access the Internet AGAIN!! I spent over an hour on the phone with the damn support again.I still cannot use my router.I am seriously looking for a new Internet provider.I AM THAT PISSED OFF.IT'S GAME TIME TODAY UNTILL I SETTLE DOWN.

In the copy cat catagory

Thursday's tune Again.Plus 1

Wednesday Hero

This Weeks Post Was Suggested By Cindy

Wednesday Hero does not support this, or any other, candidate running for political office. It is only honoring his service.

Cpt. Steven Edward Pearce(Ret.)


What is a hero? U.S. Army Captain John Williams was quoted recently in the June 2010 Special Edition of The Stars and Stripes article called "In Search Of Heroes" described it this way: "If it goes down and if you're in (a bad situation), these guys are not going to stop trying to help you out, even if it means getting killed." Steven Edward Pearce is a hero.

While serving in Vietnam with the U.S. Air Force Steve Pearce received three personal military decorations for heroism. The Distinguished Flying Cross and two Air Medal's. In addition to those he also received 2 Air Force Expeditionary Medals, National Defense Service Medal, Vietnam Service Medal, Presidential Unit Citation, Philippines Presidential Unit Citation, Republic of Vietnam Campaign Medal, the RVN Gallantry Cross with Palm Device, Air Force Combat Readiness Medal, Air Force Expeditionary Medal with 1 Oak Leaf Cluster, Air Force Longevity Service Award and the Small Arms Expert Marksmanship Ribbon.

You can read more about Steve Pearce here.

These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero.

We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived

This post is part of the Wednesday Hero Blogroll. For more information about Wednesday Hero, or if you would like to post it on your site, you can go here.

computer problems again.

my main computer is inop.I will be working on it for most of what is left in the day.

If it's Monday than its...

Sunday Thought

Bread of Life
-2 Corinthians 2:14
Jesus said in John 6:35 "I am the bread of life". It is up to the believers to take the Bread of Life (Jesus) out of the Bakery (the church building), to where the hungry people are. After eating "Satan's Garbage", the aroma of the Bread of Life will certainly smell good

With a sad heart,I am asking for prayers

I just finished reading a post by Mary over at Mary's Writting Nook.She is asking for prayers for a terminal ill friend.Let's Keep her friend Jo Ann in our prayers.

In the Works for me department.

I just finished reading a good posting my my friend CLIFF, Please GO HERE and read it yourself.

Silly Saturday

Is it good if a vacuum really sucks?

Why is the third hand on the watch called the second hand?

If a word is misspelled in the dictionary, how would we ever know?

If Webster wrote the first dictionary, where did he find the words?

Why do we say something is out of whack? What is a whack?

Why does "slow down" and "slow up" mean the same thing?

Why does "fat chance" and "slim chance" mean the same thing?

Why do "tug" boats push their barges?

Why do we sing "Take me out to the ball game" when we're already there?

Why are they called "stands" when they are made for sitting?

I do not understand

Hey Firefox,why in the hell do you keep crashing when I open up a certain url????? Every time I try to open http://ezee.ca/quickdrop.htm you crash and I for one am getting a little Pissed Off.

Can someone come up with a reason,is that too much to ask??? If the kind people at fireFox will not answer this maybe some of you peeps can.

I got this Email,and just had to share it.

Cemetery Watchman .

     I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's. Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 1655. Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are closed for the day. Full dress was hot in the August sun. Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever--the heat and humidity at the same level--both too high.

    I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace.. An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed; she had a cane and a sheaf of flowers--about four or five bunches as best I could tell.

    I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste: 'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!' But for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in.

    Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along, we might make it to Smokey's in time.

    I broke post attention. My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight: middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery.

    I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint.

    'Ma'am, may I assist you in any way?'

    She took long enough to answer.

    'Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow these days.'

    'My pleasure, ma'am.' Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.

    She looked again. 'Marine, where were you stationed?'

    '  Vietnam, ma'am. Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.'

    She looked at me closer. 'Wounded in action, I see Well done, Marine. I'll be as quick as I can.'

    I lied a little bigger: 'No hurry, ma'am.'

    She smiled and winked at me. 'Son, I'm 85-years-old and I can tell a lie from a long way off.. Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've a few Marines I'd like to see one more time.'

    'Yes, ma 'am. At your service.'

    She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the flowers out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone. She murmured something I couldn't quite make out.. The name on the marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC: France 1918.

    She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone. I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek. She put a bunch on a stone; the name was Stephen X.Davidson, USMC, 1943.

    She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone,  Stanley J. Wieserman, USMC, 1944..

    She paused for a second. 'Two more, son, and we'll be done'

    I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, ma'am. Take your time.'

    She looked confused.. 'Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have lost my way.'

    I pointed with my chin. 'That way, ma'am.'

    'Oh!' she chuckled quietly. 'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly'

    She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman, USMC, 1968, and the last on Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970 She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out.

    'OK, son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home.'

    Yes, ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?'

    She paused. 'Yes, Donald Davidson was my father, Stephen was my uncle,  Stanley was my husband, Larry and Darrel were our sons. All killed in action, all marines.'

    She stopped. Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know. She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully.
    I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it over to Kevin, waiting by the car.
    Get to the 'Out' gate quick.. I have something I've got to do.'

    Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him. He broke the rules to get us there down the service road. We beat her. She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet.

    'Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost. Follow my lead.' I humped it across the drive to the other post.

    When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice: 'TehenHut! Present Haaaarms!'

    I have to hand it to Kevin; he never blinked an eye--full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud.
    She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing duty, honor and sacrifice.

    I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.

    Instead of 'The End,' just think of 'Taps.'

    As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer: 'Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas. Hold them in your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.'

    Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.

    'In God We Trust.'
    Sorry about your monitor; it made mine blurry too!

    If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under! You are required to pass this on NOW!!
I recieved that as an email and wanted to share it.if you want to share it as well just copy and paste it to your blog or send it as an email.

Celestine surprised me last week with a new Computer chair.

what a day.

today is not a good day,for the i just want to sit around and do nothing.My games are no fun I cannot get the you tube to play.it is just on hell of an fuc##d day.Needless to say I'm not visiting and even doing the enter card drops is something I don't want to do.Oh well there is always tomorrow.

If it's Wednesday ,that here's this week hero.

This Weeks Post Was Suggested & Written By Mary Ann

Corporal Rodolfo P. Hernandez
Company G, 187th Airborne Regimental Combat Team


Cpl. Hernandez, a member of Company G, distinguished himself by conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity above and beyond the call of duty in action against the enemy. On May 31, 1951 near Wontong-ni, Korea his platoon, in defensive positions on Hill 420, came under ruthless attack by a numerically superior and fanatical hostile force, accompanied by heavy artillery, mortar, and machine gun fire which inflicted numerous casualties on the platoon.

His comrades were forced to withdraw due to lack of ammunition but Cpl. Hernandez, although wounded in an exchange of grenades, continued to deliver deadly fire into the ranks of the onrushing assailants until a ruptured cartridge rendered his rifle inoperative. Immediately leaving his position, Cpl. Hernandez rushed the enemy armed only with rifle and bayonet. Fearlessly engaging the foe, he killed 6 of the enemy before falling unconscious from grenade, bayonet, and bullet wounds but his heroic action momentarily halted the enemy advance and enabled his unit to counterattack and retake the lost ground. For his actions on that day, Cpl. Hernandez was awarded the distinguished Medal Of Honor on April 21, 1052. The indomitable fighting spirit, outstanding courage, and tenacious devotion to duty clearly demonstrated by Cpl. Hernandez reflect the highest credit upon himself, the infantry, and the U.S. Army.

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If it's Monday than it's time for...

Independance Day

I hope that every one has a great Independance day,and Please take a moment out of your celebrations to say a prayer for those that are on active Combat Duty.

A SundayThought

The Independance Day Weekend

I hope that every one has a safe and sane Holiday weekend. Just take some time to reflect on why we have this holiday and those that gave their lives in the fight to make that happen.

if it Friday,than it's