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Merry Christmas!

The Deity of Jesus Christ
¹In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. ²He was in the beginning with God. ³All things came into being through Him, and apart from Him nothing came into being that has come into being. ⁴In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men. ⁵The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.

Praying the the Light of Christmas brings peace and joy to you and yours throughout the New Year!
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Shiny forever

Charlie Hallman passed about a year ago. I didn't know it until recently. The local paper report that a community room had been named in his honor was the first news of his passing I had seen. We were acquaintances only. Our boyhood homes were on the same street. He was one of the older kids on the block. The years had separated us then and now but it seems like only yesterday I watched him marching down dusty Ellis street. The royal blue and gold trim of his DC tiger marching band uniform is as crisp as the October air of that day. The image is forever as a first strike coin from the memory mint. Shiny forevers jingle in my pocket at times. The prompts that cause memory recall are so totally out of the blue it seems. Morning coffee. One week before Christmas. Over fifty years after the fact. Rest in peace Charlie.

Long Mondays

I’m recovering from a brutal week. One of the longest I’ve had in awhile. Probably you have experienced those extraordinary weeks as well but yours doesn’t leave me exhausted nearly as much as my own. I know, I know, I can hear it now. You big baby, wimp, whiner, and the list goes on. That’s ok. I can take it. No problem. I am use to verbal abuse but long Mondays? Please, never again.
How long was Monday? You may ask or not but, be warned. They will wreck your sense of time. Demolish your natural rhythms, as in smashed to smithereens. They will turn your internal Timex into colonic refuse. They are a confusing, debilitating, deranged collection of hours that will confound the most able among you. So, be warned.
The problem with long Mondays are they kinda bleed into Tuesdays in such a seamless fashion that one may arrive on Tuesdays in a Wednesday frame of mind. Ok hump day! Not so fast there amigo. There’s work to do and so it was that a long Monday created a false Humpday and away I went just a humping all day long, one might say.
I was ‘pertnear humped out Thursday morning. Ha! Little did I realize how devious long Mondays were. Still stumbling in oblivion I could only take comfort in tomorrow, TGIF! Yes sirie, we’re on the downside of this week Tonto. My trusty side kick looked confused. Kemo Sabi, give me a break, you make Humpday joke all day Tuesday so I am in no mood for TGIF talking on Wednesday. Go sniff the Folgers Kemo Sabi you look a little pale.
Hallucinations must have begun sometime on Tuesday or was it Wednesday. Doesn’t matter. Be warned, long Mondays are no respecter of persons or days of the week. Reality finally returned much to my chagrin on Thursday morning. A subtle dawning occurred with the Friday eve sunrise as my TGIF morphed into TGIT as in Thursday. The ripples of one long Monday finally left the pond with a mirrored surface reflecting a haggard me. What a week.
My friends, as you peer into the pond of this second week in October know that a masked man and his faithful sidekick may arrive at any moment. Have no fear. They are there to help. In a cloud of dust and with a Hi Ho Silver they’re there to bring you comfort and clarity at time when you may be feeling like the Lone Ranger. Especially so if you’ve had a long Monday.
Anybody know what day it is?
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Breaking the Ice

It's been awhile since I posted here. January '09 was my last one actually. My how time flies. I was openly sore from the previous November's election results. Well, there has been no change there for sure!

The frequency of my other site visiting and posting may be about to change. It's getting lonesome over at WLS. Their decision to close that operation has many of it's bloggers disappointed, myself included.

At this point I will probably move everything that will move to Wordpress. I have used it some just to follow WLS bloggers who had blogs there as well. I've never been able to juggle well and so managing more that one ball in the air is extremely awkward for me. I'll choose between Blogger and Wordpress as my primary site.


Let's see. Ennie menie mine moe, one potato, two potato, three potato, fo, this one up this one down, spin the bottle 'round and 'round, paper, rock and scissors too, short straws, long straws, dice might do, high card, low card, flip the penny heads or tails are good as any.

Ummmm, tails.

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Phenomobama

Absolutely giddy was the mood of the Obama inauguration. The President and First Lady were the recipients of a love fest never seen before at the historic event. A seamless continuation of the American Presidency is an admirable testimony to the world that a peaceful, though at times heated, debate can make a stronger America. Without a doubt we are blessed in this nation of constitutional law. In that respect every Presidential inauguration is historic. A civic lesson that transcends arbitrary descriptors of that person who has risen to the Presidential office. The debate should define the person over the preceding months prior to the event. What do we know about President Obama? We know he makes many Americans just plain giddy with his eloquence and intellect. We know he looks good in a suit or casual attire. He has a great looking wife and beautiful children. We know he cares and feels our pain because he says so with so much empathy. We know he is a Chicago politician. Woops! Where did that come from?
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My favorite N words

Of course all the blame lies squarely at the feet of that dastardly dame none other than the wretch Youtahshegan, Jane. Now it is common knowledge that some get all fired up about N words so let me assure each and everyone including Rev Sharpton that no such word exist in my feeble attempt at cranial exercising with the letter N. And so beginning let me say Nose. Specifically nasal mining. More commonly known as nose picking. Been a life long affection. Secondly: Neighbors. There are good and bad ones but this is a list of N words I like. My favorite neighbor lives on the East side of me. Prevailing winds at my home are typically from the West. He got up most of my leaves this fall. Well, it's been windy. Thirdly: Navel. I'm an innie. What are you? Fourth: I'm nuts for nuts. Cashews, almonds, mixed nuts, roasted, salted, boiled, stir fried, casseroled, anyway, just pass the nuts. Fifth: Nights. Un-wind time. Before the nest was empty is wasn't that way. Sixth: Nabisco Nilla wafers and 'nanners. Does that count as three? Seventh: Nehi grape drink. Grape and orange were both great sodas. They're still available on line at http://www.eintown.net/nehi.cfm. Eighth: Noxzema. Can't beat it for sunburn relief. Chill it in the fridge for even greater relief. Ninth: Nana or Granna or Ganmaw. You know it. My sweetheart, friend and confidant, love of my life wife. Yes at this stage of the game we've adopted the names our grand kids have for us. That's ok grand parents and future grandparents, you'll not loose yourself totally. Tenth: Nubian Princess in knickers and stilettos. Oh, Nana lets play it again!
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