Epitome of Stupidity…


…A teenage girl in a high school dressing room knowing at any moment a boy could walk in while she is undressed.   Isn’t being a teenager hard enough?

…People demanding that everyone think/act like them.  We cannot change others by rewriting history, banning words, labeling others a hater, racist, or ignorant because their religion, politics, or thought process is different.   

…Trying to make everyone the same.  We. All. Are. Different.  And that is okay.  We are males and females, and indeed, we are different.  Diverse cultures make people unique, as well.   No one said we have to be friends with people we don’t like or with whom we disagree, but they have just as much of a right to be themselves as we do.   They just may be right, and you just may be wrong.  

…Government micro-managing citizens.  The United States is a Republic, and power is held by the people, not the elected officials.   

…Apologizing to a country for a period of time in which they starved, tortured and killed our own people.


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Countless Muzings…


Countless are the times I said things I wish I hadn’t.  

The countless times I’ve thought of just what to say…after the fact.   It’s usually when I’m holding on to some unforgiveness, and having conversations with the offender in my head.   Forgiveness is always better than one-sided conversations. 

Countless comments I didn’t type, and I’m glad I didn’t.   Ah, but countless are the ones I did type.  Nobody has all the answers; thinking you do might make you look a little trollish.   There comes a time when we need to learn when to hold ‘em and know when to fold ‘em…comments and comebacks, that is…not the Gambler’s cards.

Countless Words With Friends games I’ve won.   I’ve lost a fair share, too.  But, please don’t challenge me to a game and only play three letter words if you are going to publicly whine on Facebook about people who cheat when I score 200 points on you.  If your best scoring word is 15 points, no one needs to cheat on you.   (That’s one of the comments I didn’t type, but I did send her a private message politely explaining why I was forfeiting the game.  She and I do not play WWF any longer.)   Ugh…more of those one-sided conversations!

Oh, the countless fat grams, calories and carbs I’ve counted.   Even more countless are all the ones I ate.

Countless blessings in my life…some I recognize daily, others I take for granted.   For those I take for granted, God forgive me.


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Politics and Phases

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This phase of political unrest sweeping across our country is a bizarre time indeed.  We have a generation of extremely self-centered people who fully believe society is indebted to them, and they are unwilling to let opposition have a voice.

But I can sense a growing hope in the midst of the chaos, proving that we aren’t going to hell in a handbasket just yet.   I worry, though, that the people who are weary of Washington so desperately want change that they are putting their hope in a man who is, after all, a mere mortal like the rest of us.  Placing all of our confidence in another human being usually garners disappointment.

What did we learn from recent history?  I remember eight years ago, then again four years ago, when America was promised change, and voters chose our current administration.  We did see change.  It wasn’t the change most of us wanted, but it was definitely a change…almost a revolution, in fact.

Something I didn’t expect on the Democrat front was the opposition to Hillary Clinton.   The biggest surprise from the democrats, however, was their support of an admitted socialist.   I never dreamed Bernie Sanders would still be in the democrat race, just as I didn’t think Donald Trump would be the frontrunner for the Republican Party.

I halfway expect some nasty late surprise, in either or both parties.   It would be a foolish gamble, I believe, but the insane choices of the people we have elected to office is disturbing.

Definitely unsettling,
this peculiar phase in political America.

I comfort myself by remembering God really is in control.  He’s God, you know.  He hears the prayers of His people, and His people are praying.  The remnant.  For the sake of ten, my friend.

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The SAGA of…Everything!


Life is a saga…until you’re old, then it’s a vapor.   Trouble is, no one believes that until they’re old.  It’s a little late then, isn’t it?  

The education saga…we never stop learning..which makes me wonder why some of us are still so dumb. :::looking around, hoping no one is looking at me wondering that:::

The election saga…The Donald and Hillary.  I find myself wondering if it will ever end while realizing it hasn’t gotten good and started yet.  Who will trump whom?   

The job saga…we work and work until retirement, and many of us work during/after retirement.  Where I work…3/4 of the retirees come back part time.  It must be a heck of a deal they only tell us as we prepare to leave.   They haven’t told me the secret yet. 

The restroom saga…I bet ya,  whoever a woman identifies as, I can just about guarantee you she doesn’t want to use a men’s room.  ‘Nuff said.

My diet is a saga…a lonnng drawn out, rollercoaster, yo-yo of a saga.  (Typed as I eat pizza and cookies.   Don’t judge my saga.)

I’ll end this post before it, too, becomes a saga.


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Rocking Those Bricks

Have you ever seen a baby who rocks?   My daughter was a rocker from the time she was able to crawl until she became a teenager, at which time being a “rocker” took on a totally different meaning.

She would rock in her baby bed, in her high chair, in the car…and anywhere else she happened to be.  Once, while she was still very little, she sat against my parents’ fireplace, and before I could stop her, she leaned forward and came back hard right into the bricks.   It was the last time she tried that…on bricks at any rate.

Image from Pixabay.com

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