My Friend Ruth

Ruth learned just a couple of months ago that her father was dying from cancer. Today he past on. I did not know this man other having met him once at her wedding and that meeting was brief. But let me tell you what I do know about him. He was kind, generous, and loving. Never judgemental or selfish and sure to offer words of consoloation even when he himself was uncomfortable. I know this not because I witnessed it first hand but by the reflection of him in his daughter. I am proud of Ruth for being so brave and compasssionate when her father needed it most and I will pray for God to give her strength and courage now that she nneds it the most.

Ruthie and Family you are truly loved...

Old Friends

Went to lunch yesterday with a couple of childhood pals. It is always fun to catch up and amazing how it feels like you were never a part. It is so comforting to be with friends that you can just pick up where you left off no matter how much time has lapsed.

The Tighty (not so) Whitey Ranger

This is truly an amazing man. In a flash he will check the oil on the car, no rag needed for he has the band of his Fruit of the Looms handy. In minutes he can weed the garden and when harvesting the waistband doubles as a basket. Yes, that is a carrot in his pants he is not just happy to see you. He mows the lawn wearing nothing but his supportive briefs. When naked it appears that he is still donning his favorite pair. As a matter of fact, if the moon is shining through the window it bounces off his ass like a homing beacon blinding all that cross its path. He is good at many things but his greatest quality is his ability to get you in the sack, "Wanna do it, honey, I gotta change my underwear anyhow".

Starving Cat

Why is it that all pet owning people possess friends that always seem to think that the animal is starving? Just this afternoon my friend, Jenny, was scouring the refrigerator for a forgotten left over to feed the cat that she swears has not eaten in a week. This cat, named Ollie by my daughter, just so happens to be the cat that she brought my daughter after her kitten had been hit by a car. I am not sure what Jenny was thinking since we live on a farm and the cats seem to reproduce exponetially. Anyhow starving Ollie is a fat cat who's gut scrapes the gravel as it walks along the driveway to meet Jenny and her latest offering. I wonder if there is gastric bypass available for cats. I suppose I shouldn't worry, spring always brings a fresh case of worms. Wait til the pooh begins to wriggle and the stomach reverts to its old position. In the meantime I catch Ollie chewing on a frozen hot dog that had been stolen from the chest freezer. Of course, living in Minnesota, this time of year that not so hot dog will remain hard until about noon tomorrow. And I suppose we run into the possibility of tooth breakage due to rock hard weiners. I wonder what the vet will think...