Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Yack, yack, yack, yack . . . . .

Double click on the picture and you'll see Nancy Pelosi talking to Barak Obama . . . .

Thursday, February 19, 2009

My little buttercup . . .

Maryn wouldn't post this on her blog, of the same name, so I'll do it here in her honor . . .

Nothing important . . . .

This is what my life will be like . . . .

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

The answer to the age old question . . . What is butt dust?

“Dear Lord," the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face, "without you, we are but dust."

He would have continued but at that moment little Abigail, who was sitting on the front row (and who was listening) asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, "Dad, what is butt dust?

Monday, February 16, 2009

Budgie jumping!

Sorry the last post was depressing. Maybe this will make up for it . . .

Two Wisconsinites walk into a pet shop near Oshkosh. They head to the bird section and Sven says to Ole, "Dat's dem."

The owner comes over and asks if he can help them.

"Yah sure, ve'll take four of dem dere little budgies in dat cage up dere," says Sven.

The owner puts the budgies in a paper bag. Ole and Sven pay for the birds, leave the shop and get into Sven's pick-up and drive to the top of some big cliffs near Lake Winnebago.

At the cliffs, Sven looks down at the 1000 foot drop and says, "Dis looks like a grand place." He takes two birds out of the bag, puts them on his shoulders and jumps off the cliff.

Ole watches as Sven falls all the way to the bottom, killing himself dead.

Looking down at the remains of his best pal, Ole shakes his head and says: "By yumpin' yiminy, dis budgie jumping is too dangerous for me."

VAIT!!! Dere's MORE!

Moments later Knute arrives up at the cliffs. He's been to the pet shop too, and walks up to the edge of the cliff carrying another paper bag in one hand and a shotgun in the other. "Hey, Ole. Vatch dis," Knute says.

He takes a parrot from the bag and throws himself over the edge of the cliff. Ole watches as half way down, Knute takes the gun and shoots the parrot. Knute continues to plummet down and down until he hits the bottom and breaks every bone in his body. Ole shakes his head and says, "And I'm never trying dat parrotshooting either."

BUT VAIT!!! Dere's MORE, you betcha!!

Ole is just getting over the shock of losing two friends when Lars appears. He's also been to the pet shop and is carrying a paper bag, out of which he pulls a chicken. Lars grasps the chicken by the legs, holds it over his head, and hurls himself off the cliff and disappears down and down until he hits a rock and breaks his spine.

Once more Ole shakes his head. "First der was Sven with his budgie jumping, den Knute parrotshooting ... and now Lars hengliding "

Another day at the ranch . . . .

This is how my head is feeling. Any suggestions?

My head is hurting so bad, everyone is starting to look the same to me . . .

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Remind you of your life?

When you are feeling down about your life, just remember you only have to put up with a little crap . . . . .

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Monday, February 9, 2009

Popeye's Mom

You've always wondered where she's been . . . .

Sunday, February 1, 2009


"There may be times when we must make a courageous decision to hope even when everything around us contradicts this hope. . . . Or, as one writer expressed, 'in the depth of winter, [we find] within [us] an invincible summer.'" Dieter Uchtdorf, Oct. 2008.

"These are trying days, in which Satan rages, at home and abroad, hard days, evil and ugly days. We stand helpless as it seems before them. We need help. We need strength. We need guidance. Perhaps if we would do our work in behalf of those of the unseen world who hunger and pray for the work we can do for them, the unseen world would in return give us help in this day of our urgent need." John A. Widtsoe, Apr. 1943.