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Beau Wann, Jr.
David was and is in our memories, one of the good guys...Linda, you and your family have all our cares and prayers...Jackie, thanks for the scripture from Isaiah....for it is in that book, around the 7th thru 9th chapters that the prophet Isaiah mentioned the coming of Mary and Jesus..."look the young woman is with child, and shall bear a son and shall name him Immanuel..." Isaiah 7:14...."for a child has been born for us, a son given to us; authority rests upon his shoulders;and he is named Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlastin Father, Prince of Peace." Isaiah 9:6.....I am not a bible scholar by any stretch of the imagination, nor a bible thumper, but you have to have faith and believe in Jesus, because Isaiah was written some 750 years before the coming of Christ....Lucky guess? I dont think so....Isaiah is a good book to read...
Teddy thanks for the information on Mrs. Gordon...We dont get the paper up here, or much gnus from earth...I remember Gary Marberry and David David worked at the roller rink...They worked behind the refreshment counter and any other odd job required of them. I remember playing my guitar and singing, along with either Robbie, or a guy named Freddy Herron, (redman) on some Friday or Saturday night....what fun that was...I also remember Mr and Mrs Gordon expanding the building by knocking out the back wall one summer...they paid Gary, David and myself, .5 cents a brick to chip the old concrete off each brick....when I first saw the pile of bricks that needed chipping, I saw a pile of gold, dollar signs...."I was rich"... little did I know just how rich I was back then...I do now! ! !
We, up here on DuBarry Hill, have had 100 degree temperature since the starting of June, and the mercury is still dancing around the century mark...dont remember a summer where it got to 100 this early....and stayed there...
Went for a week or two where I noticed I wasnt hurting as much as...normal ! I guess the PMR sisty uglers were on vacation, but now, THEY'RE BAAAAAACK ! ! ! Must have been on vacation back in Scandinaviaville ! ! ! Woke up one day this week, both shoulders and every other part of my bod just screaming...like a toothache and earache combined....I managed to get out of bed with help from my beloved, got moving, tripped over a dog, but the wall caught me, lucky me...went to the kitchen to start the coffee and breakfast, stubbed my toe, "this little toe had none" toe, which makes the umptymillionth time I have masacreed that particular toe...that poor little piggy is all bent to heck and gone...
Anyway, after doing the watusi, the frug, the stroll, the twist and the lindy hop, because of my poor wittle piggy that got nothing but bashed in the head, I put a pan on the stove for some sausage ! ! ! Pulled the sausage out of the freezer, it is "old folks, or po folks sausage" and is as good as any out there, and inexpensive too....I opened the package and tried to pry the frozen patties apart, but they werent budging...I got a knife, a spooon and a fork, and some tongs and just about anything I could think of to pry them apart...no dice! ! ! ! !!
Now, I was even angrier than when I had first arisen and stumped my toe, so I threw the whole box of sausage across the house, bounced off the fireplace mantel into a wall and on the floor, and they still didnt come apart! ! ! I beat on em and cussed em and screamed at them, until finally my beloved hearing the commotion, came running out in the nick of time...because I was a fixin to throw the arn skillet down the hall and into oblivion....she grabbed the skillet, and package of satan sausage and set them on the stove, put a cup O joe in my hand and ushered me, nay, herded me to the chair in t he corner of the library...."I'll take care of it" says she...."before you destroy the house"....
As my blood pressure was coming down, and my face went from crimsom to just tan, one of my kitties, Sammy the deaf, jumped in my lap...what more calming effect is there than having a pet in your lap, loving just you for the moment....ok, I think maybe I'll survive....Then Deaf Sammy sneezed....Sammy sneezes alot for a cat...I didnt know they sneezed so much, none of our others sneezes....but alas and alack, ol deaf Sammy sneezes and sprays me and my coffee cup with snot and boogers....CAT BOOGERS ! ! ! I swear, I didnt know cats had boogers ! ! ! I guess it stands to reason, if it has a nose, it has to have boogers...
I looked at my coffee cup, of hot steaming wonderful Joe, and there was a cat booger on the edge of the cup right where the coffee was.....uhn uhn uhn uhn uhn ...there is no 3 second ruling on anything that a booger touches, not 10 seconds, or 10 years...I sat there in total disbelief at how my morning was going...You ever just want to cry? If I were a boo hooer, I'd been shedding buckets, but, no I'm a thinker, and think all sorts of things....
Soon, yonder comes my beloved, and quickly seizes up the situation....grabs the cat, puts same on the porch, and grabs my cup and comes back with a wet towel and a new cup O joe....I got up and took another shower, my second of the day, and it wasnt even 7 AM yet....
I dont remember what happened the rest of the day, but by the end I was worn out, as I am everyday, and as I took my fourth shower of the day, I noticed I had blood on one of my arms and hands, so it must have been a productive day....I dont consider the day productive unless I've shed blood....
Gotta go for now...Got to pick up new plates for Dianes new car...It's 10 minutes to the HEB from Chappell Hill, and I was thinking of ways to shave time off that so the beer will stay cold and pizza hot when we get home, so we got her a Mazerati....200MPH...yeah, that's the ticket...
Keep the sun at y our six and ride boldly ride....
your frien and resident alien nut job....Cephus
PS: Hey Jackie, was it ok to say BOOGER?
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