An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
Archive for 11 December 2011
This was in our church bulletin this morning, and just couldn’t resist sharing.
I stopped going to ballgames for the following reasons – which could apply just as easily to why I could stop going to church:
1. Whenever I go to a game, they for money.
2. The other fans don’t care about me.
3. The seats are too hard.
4. Coach never visits me.
5. The referee makes calls I disagree with.
6. Some of the games go into overtime and make me late for dinner.
7. The band plays songs I don’t know.
8. I have other things to do at game time.
9. My parents took me to too many games when I ws growing up.
10. I know more than the coaches do anyway.
11. I can be just as good a fan at the lake.
12. I won’t take my kids to a game either. The must choose for themselves what teams to follow.
- Mike and Amy Nappa
And now, the ol’ broad is going to step up on her soapbox!
I don’t usually post much of anything on Sundays, well, except my verses. But this morning, since I was up a bit earlier than normal, I thought I’d share what’s been happening. Besides, the Mr’s desktop was available. Not to fond of desktops. They feel too….well, different from laptops, and are no where near as portable, don’cha know.
As you might know, I was having issues with my laptop and my phone, the piece of crap Android X. Well, since I had to go see Dr Dimples on Thursday, in Jackson, for another follow up, I figured I might as well try to get everything done while I was in Jackson. Since Jackson is between and hour and 15 minutes, to an hour and a half, when we go over there, it just make sense to do all ya can instead of making multiple trips. Granted, gas prices have gone down a bit, but I see them creeping back up, so why waste both time and gas doing a back and forth for up to 3 hours each time, right? Yep, made sense to me too.
So, I get to Jackson and head straight to Best Buy, which is where I was foolish enough to purchase the contraption. I stand in line, watching the clock tick. My doc’s appointment is for 2:15. I actually got there in plenty of time, sorta, to explain the problem, and drop it off. Well, the dude behind the counter, contrary to his appearance, had to be in the 90 to 95 year range. No one in their 20s could move that slow intentionally, could they?
16 These six things the LORD hates, Yes, seven are an abomination to Him:
17 A proud look, A lying tongue, Hands that shed innocent blood,
18 A heart that devises wicked plans, Feet that are swift in running to evil,
19 A false witness who speaks lies, And one who sows discord among brethren.