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Thursday, April 5, 2007

Men are competetive animals, Gorillas are just BIG animals

Some time ago my friend David was recovering from carpal tunnel surgery. He told me that he had been doing “nothing” and was becoming quite good at it. In fact, he said that we ought to have a competition because he thought he could beat me at it. My reply went something like this: David, Getting around to noticing the “800# gorilla in the corner”. You say that you aren’t interested in taking my “Master of Nothing” title from me, and I believe you. The only time I’ve ever known you to lie to me... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

Female Hormones: the most powerful drug known to man, charity? dog learning

When you’re going through hell, keep going! Glad Pamela’s heart procedure worked. It would be impossible in most of the women I’ve met. (No heart present!) Old, gray- haired, and ya ain’t what ya used to be. You wouldn’t believe what Jon Stewart implied about those of us that are one-handed typers! When you’re black, even a little dandruff shows. Marilyn woke me last night, saying “That better be your knee, poking me in the back!” Even though I was mostly asleep, I said, “Then you realized that... Sign in to see full entry.

Today I'm preoccupied with death! What could be funny about death?

Haley’s comet took Mark Twain away in 1910; He had been born on its expected return, 76 years after it’s last appearance, in about 1834, (I think). This was probably because he hoped to live until the ripe old age of 76, a full life for those times. He predicted that he would leave, on its return and that is what happened. People appear to often decide when they will die. From what I have heard, Friday is the most popular day that people die, because they assume that more people will be able to... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

THE NEW PANDEMIC! Run for your lives!

This is a reasonable facsimile of an email I sent to my school chum Dave Bradbury, during one of the brief intervals of reduced suffering my flu bug allows me. I thought you might get a smile out of it. David, Those two rotten disease ridden grandkids of Marilyn’s have struck again. Not people the world would be better off without, but me! It mimics the stomach flu, in it’s early stages, then progresses to bird flu, Ebola virus and the plague, all at the same time. I don’t know how much time I... Sign in to see full entry.

My Georgia tent revival experience

Today I was telling Roy, at work, about the time I hitchhiked through Georgia. I saw a tent revival and stepped inside, really just to be able to sit down. There was a pile of discarded canes, walkers and crutches and a short line to the stage, which I was instructed to join. When I got to the preacher, we locked eyes and he asked “What do you need, Son? I said, “I need for you to pray for my hearing!” He clamped his hands over my ears & mumbled something, gave my head a quick, small shake,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 2, 2007

Look for me in "Humor", now, if you enjoy reading my ramblings

To all my new friends and readers, hopefully a single group, Like everyone else I resist change, fearing the unknown. In an effort to attract the interest of more readers, I’ve decided to try another category in which to post my writing. A part of me says that well enough should be left alone. I originally posted in “mature”, and I thought that meant “Geezer”. I now suspect that this is the site that contains PORN! How could I compete with that? After three or four days nobody was interested... Sign in to see full entry.

Being stalked by Goldie ( a dodged bullet), groupies, my upcoming stroke

Another recollected (approximately) email to my school buddy: David, Every time I get an inspired idea that must be communicated, before the stroke, it takes so long to turn this damn computer on, I have forgotten what it was, that was so important to tell mankind. It makes me wonder if the stroke hit while I was waiting. It has escaped me by the time I can compose, type and make my communication something that Mark Twain would wish that HE had thought of and written a hundred years ago. Upon... Sign in to see full entry.

Going from a blue mood, to rosey in thirty seconds flat!

I just heard the TV say, “Blacks are likely to suffer strokes twice as often as whites.” My first thought was, “I’m glad I’m white!” Then I thought; does that mean I’ll live twice as long, before I have the stroke? Or, will blacks have two strokes before I have one? Or will a black stroke be twice as bad as my white one? How does a stroke know what color it is? Should I hope my EX-WIFE will have a BLACK stroke? A very black one,….. Maybe several? Wow! That just went from bad thoughts, to warm... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 1, 2007

The turkey joke challenge

My school chum, and best friend challenged me to write a better story than he can, starting with an old joke about a turkey. We both knew the joke and it had to be included in the story. Here is mine: A couple of days ago I looked out the back window, and there were about a dozen hen turkeys, well probably eight of them, mooning over a truly magnificent tom. He was in full strut and his head was a vivid pastel blue, he was puffed and up bushed out and he looked as big as a bear.Talk about... Sign in to see full entry.

categorizing oneself is hard. Where do I belong?

Trying to figure out what other categories might work better for me than “pets”. “Humor” comes to mind. Then I wonder if I’m going to have to break into a huge bunch of big fish, in a big pond with thousands of choices. Or, a small pond with old jokes, low standards and VERY few readers, who are probably at work, with nothing better to do. Which alternative would be worse? Everything else? What does that mean? Opinion? Political? I have many thoughts about many things in many categories, at the... Sign in to see full entry.

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