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At Bible class tonight we were reading from Second Samuel chapter three. The pastor paused for a moment at the end of verse fourteen: "And David sent messengers to Ishbosheth Saul's son, saying, 'Deliver [me] my wife Michal, which I espoused to me for an hundred foreskins...'"Inga, a kindly 90-year-old widow, interrupted to ask a nagging question: "How long is a hundred foreskins?"Seeing that

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Yesterday, while driving home from church, a burning question suddenly sprang into my head, so of course I had to pose it to my loving bride: "If the abbreviation for 'First Lady Of The United States' is FLOTUS, what does that make our current 'First Lady Against The United States'?" Joyce was duly impressed by my insightful question, but sadly she was unable to give me a satisfactory answer.So

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A former colleague of mine emailed me this article with the comment: "I'm not sure what to say about this." But I did. So I wrote him back... There are three categories of people: Those who believe the government can provide all their needs,Those who've previously placed their faith in government (but have come to realize that their man-made god is untrustworthy), andThose who've always

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I have a proposal for the debt-limit crisis that ought to please both President Obama and everyone in Congress (except, of course, that crazy tea-party rabble). I propose: Rather than haggling over some incremental increase of a mere few hundred-billion dollars, why don't we just increase the Congressionally authorized national debt limit to one bazillion dollars?As I see it, the figure of "one

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Today our granddaughter sang us a song:The E-I-E-I-O ---Yes, that's the book for me.I stand alone on the Word of God,The E-I-E-I-O.And then she had this conversation with her mom:Mommy: So Abby, what have you written here?Abby: That's Rapunzel.Mommy: So B-F-O-A-B-Y-R-S-G-I-D-A spells Rapunzel?Abby: It's in Spanish.

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I know I'm a bit late in posting this, but if you can't make the festivities in Collinsville this year, be sure put it on your calendar for next year.Be be forewarned: A banana split with a sprinkling of horseradish --- not the best.

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Bob: Good dog, Tifa!Joyce: Are you hugging Andy's dog?Bob: She's leaning on me and I'm petting her.Joyce: I saw you; you were hugging the dog! I am so jealous!Bob: There's no need to be jealous, dear. C'mon -- group hug!

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Joyce and I have three sons (Andy, James and Ben). If I hadn't been there myself, I'd never believe they were all drawn from the same womb. Their differences are best explained with a pithy story.During the summer of 2000, we visited the farm (the home of Joyce's mother's family in central Illinois since the 1870s). One morning Ben (12 years old at that time) and I went for a bicycle ride down

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Today President Obama announced that Israel needs to immediately withdraw to its pre-1967 Auschwitz borders. But I think old Barry has jumped the gun a bit here. Since the Rapture isn't supposed to happen until this Saturday, the Antichrist really should have had the decency to wait until Sunday to reveal himself.

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My son Andy noticed this news scroll and just knew I'd want to share it:Thanks, Andy!

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Andrew Klavan offers some sound advice on the proper multicultural response to an Islamic massacre:

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I work for a power utility company. In the deregulated Texas market, the local electric delivery company doesn't sell electricity; we only deliver electricity. It's kind of like how FedEx doesn't sell packages, it merely sells the delivery of packages. The analogy is imperfect because (unlike FedEx, which uses public roadways to convey packages to your doorstep) we own, maintain and have

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Andy: Did you know that eating corn on the cob is good for your memory?Dad: No, I didn't know that. Where did you hear that?Andy: Nowhere, I figured it out myself.Dad: Okay...?Andy: Of course, corn on the cob helps improve your memory. It helps you remember what you ate yesterday, doesn't it?

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Around 5:00 AM yesterday morning, while on my morning walk, I saw a guy who had a "Go Obama" pin on his coat being mauled by a rottweiler.Being a responsible citizen, I informed emergency services.It's now 10:35 PM the next day and they still haven't responded!I'm beginning to think I wasted a stamp!

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Joyce and I came home from grocery shopping and found a message on our phone answering machine. It was our son Andy (a.k.a., "Daddy") calling from Alaska and reading Grannie's greeting card (stuffed with photos) to four-year-old Abby.Daddy: "Dear Abby -- Here are some picture of Uncle James and Aunt Amber and your cousin, Baby James -- and Uncle Ben holding Baby James. Uncle Ben cut his hair

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Whenever you come home from college for the weekend and log on to Facebook on your Mom's computer, remember that Mom and Dad wake up early, so be sure to log off before you go to bed.Just sayin'...

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James is home! Home is no longer our back bedroom where the Legos and toy trains were once stored. Home is now where his beloved wife Amber has been waiting so anxiously. And his arrival wasn't just a wonderful reunion, it was a huge relief. Ever since Amber's visit with her doctor three weeks ago (when she first heard the words "dilated" and "effaced"), she's had reason to be concerned about

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Joyce found this on Neatorama. It needs no explanation. Just watch ...

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Baby James's due date is now less than three weeks away, and hopefully he'll have the decency to wait at least until January 15th, when his daddy will arrive home from Afghanistan for his mid-deployment leave. Joyce and I (though a poor substitute) are now at Fort Sill to help Amber in whatever way we can, which (since the apartment is on a second floor) means helping her avoid as many trips up

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This has been a very mild winter -- so mild that the leaves were late in falling and the grass is still growing. So I've found it necessary to keep mowing right up to the week before Christmas, but (since the mower does a really good job of picking up and bagging those last stragglers among our fallen leaves) I've also found it convenient.And coincidentally, our youngest son is presently home

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Joyce: That's ridiculous!Bob: What?Joyce: This new Sega game has players competing at urination.Bob: You're right. It's absolutely ridiculous that Sega beat Nintendo to market. How is it possible that the first game system with a pisser app is not the Wii?

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I'm on vacation this week and have been spending my days lounging around the house. (Note: Adjusting to retirement will be no problem, trust me.) Anyway, this morning Joyce shared this story from "It's Almost Naptime". The story is well worth the time to read it, so (unless you don't mind my spoiling it) go check it out.So now that you've had your chance to read of Shep's concern for Buxton's

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James's unit is now approaching the midpoint of its deployment to Afghanistan. And luckily, he's situated where he has pretty good internet connection, so he gets to visit with his bride Amber most days.Unfortunately, James's sweetheart apparently had a tough time getting to sleep last night, but fortunately (because James wanted to let her sleep in), that means we were blessed with a chance to

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Yesterday I spent the day trying to purge a virus from Joyce's computer (ended up having to refresh from the image and reload all the installed software -- but that's not a very funny story, certainly not a story I want to belabor here.)Anyway, around 5:00 PM yesterday (while I was repeatedly attempting to purge the virus, but still unwilling to admit that the bug had a death grip on Joyce's

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Just this week Fearless Leader shared with a gathering of $15,200-per-plate Democratic Party contributors:"People out there are still hurting very badly, and they are still scared. And so part of the reason that our politics seems so tough right now, and facts and science and argument does not seem to be winning the day all the time, is because we're hard-wired not to always think clearly when

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Joyce: Bobby, have you been changing your underwear everyday?Bob: As far as I know, I haven't been changing anyone else's.Joyce: I just did a load of laundry that had four pairs of my underwear and one of yours.Bob: Was it a white load?Joyce: Yeah ...Bob: So maybe I've been wearing the colored underwear you bought me?Joyce: Oh, right. Never mind.

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Years ago we used to go to Romano's Macaroni Grill fairly regularly. Every eating establishment has its own rituals, and there at the Macaroni Grill they always made a production of bringing out fresh bread, pouring olive oil onto a little plate and then grinding pepper over it. You were then to dip the bread in the peppered olive oil. So as the waiter was busily grinding pepper over our

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In 3D! This will be awesome!

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Our son Andy and his charming wife are expecting their second child any day now (a boy), but Andy is being a bit cagey about the name they've selected. He's given a few clues:A Riddle:We played a game one night that included your future grandson's full name. All I will share is the final score of the game: 164. If you figure it out, please let others have a try until the birth.Figuring 164

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Joyce was visiting Awkward Family Photos and came across this image:That compelled Joyce to pose the question, "So how the heck did a raccoon get into her house in the first place?"Of course, I (always ready with an answer to any question my beloved might pose) replied: "Isn't it obvious? The 'coon fell into the septic tank and found the only way out was through the sewer pipe. Gramma had just

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Everyone is wondering why Barack Obama didn't wear his wedding ring at his press conference on Thursday. Hey folks, there's no mystery here.Everyone knows Frodo Baggins took it to Mordor and threw it into the fires of Mount Doom.

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Ann Coulter makes an obvious point with clarity and humor: Clearly Barack Obama is no Muslim!

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This morning Joyce and I dropped off one of the cars for a lube & oil change, then headed to breakfast. On our way to Cracker Barrel Joyce shared that she was looking forward to a quiet visit over breakfast. Now, those of you who've been to a "Cracker Barrel Restaurant & Country Store" (and who are therefore familiar with the acoustics of its dining rooms) are probably already sensing a

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Joyce has her earphones on, so she can hear the radio without interrupting my preparation of tomorrow's Sunday school lesson. (I think she's listening to a Christian radio station.)She snorted a little laugh, so I just had to ask:Bob: What's so funny?Joyce: There'll be all colors in heaven, but no one will be blue.Bob: Yeah, somehow I always knew those Smurfs were gonna burn in hell.(But Joyce

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Our second son was Just James.The story of how he became "Just James" begins prior to his birth. Joyce and her sister were pregnant at the same time, and of course, during one of their visits, the topic of baby names came up. Joyce informed her sister that if we had another boy we'd use the maiden names of the two grandmothers and dub him "James Martin". Joyce's sister immediately protested, "

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Our son Andy married a very imaginative and funny lady, as evidenced by this dainty dish she set before our granddaughter...... though I rather doubt the darling three-year-old fully grasps the scope of her mommy's kraken sense of humor...

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Yesterday the TRE arrived at Victory Station just in time to make the connection with the light rail. I walked briskly to the beckoning Green Line and took my place opposite the open doors. As I turned around to face the passengers still entering the west-facing doors Lin walked in. I spoke first, "Morning Lin!"Lin (tapping his cane against the pole that ran ceiling to floor, then stepping in

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The sermon today was a continuation in our study of the Book of Acts: chapter 27 -- the first part of the Apostle Paul's trip from Jerusalem as a prisoner of Rome, ending with their shipwreck on the Island of Malta. The pastor pointed out that Paul at the beginning of the chapter had no credibility with the centurion who was charged with delivering him to Rome, but by the end (as Paul's

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The folks who don't know him see him as one of those steely warriors in an "Army Strong" advertisement. His beautiful bride sees him as that striking young man who (less than a year ago) was anxiously standing at the end of the aisle in the chapel and who (just last week) was smiling so broadly when the sonogram revealed their backstroking beanie baby. Joyce and I will always see him as that

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... but so true.

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James and Amber, who were in town last week, shared a profound truth that I'd never considered before. I'd always laughed at the literary pablum you find in fortune cookies, but James pointed out that the only problem is that each fortune lacks its two ending words: "in bed".It's amazing how the addition of these two simple words makes every single fortune dead-on accurate.

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I've told you about Frank before, a man of incredible wit. Twenty years later, Frank and I again find ourselves working in the same department. But sadly things are a bit different now. Just three months ago Frank buried his beautiful, charming wife. Her beaming face still graces the picture frames in Frank's office. So it was that, early this morning (as I was headed to the printer) I met

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I understand you can see this trailer in 3D in some theaters where Toy Story 3 is showing.

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We were at the airport at 5:00 AM, 45 minutes before the flight was going to land. Joyce commented as a young couple walked by...Joyce: Newlyweds!Bob: Okay, how do you know that?Joyce: It's obvious.Bob: They're just walking down the concourse. Why is it obvious that they're newly married.Joyce: Well, for one thing they're talking to each other and smiling -- being very tender toward each other.

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Years ago, while James was visiting Andy and Lauren in Ohio (back when Lauren was pregnant with our granddaughter) and he just happened to be snapping photos in their kitchen, he inadvertently took a shot of their refrigerator, which just happened to have magnetic letters spelling out baby names. Thus, long before Andy and Lauren got around to announcing the baby's name we knew the short list of

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Ain't antisemitism great? I mean, where's the downside?To me (as it was to dear old Papa Joe Kennedy) antisemitism means ...Not ever having to bother with rational thinking;No need to ever examine yourself for moral flaws;Giving your darkest impulses full vent while smugly claiming superiority over those who are your betters;Always having a ready patsy for the consequences of your bad decisions;

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Two Christmases ago I posted a poem about my having extended the Santa myth just a bit longer than I probably should have. To set up this story, I need to share that ditty once again:'Tis the night before Christmas and up at the table,Little Ben is a-scribbling as best as he's able,The kids at the school have been dissin' the man,So Ben's little mind is devising a plan.Ben should be nestled all

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Joyce: Now that's ridiculous!Bob: What's that?Joyce: This article says that global warming is being caused by all those baby-boomer women going through menopause at the same time.Bob: So you mean to tell me the scientists were wrong, and global warming's not being caused by flatulent cows? ... Ummm, then again ...Joyce: I can't believe you said that.

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So the big news is ... It seems James's beautiful bride is NOT ...Now, as for baby names. After hours of discussion, Joyce and I have finally picked out the perfect name -- a name everyone has heard repeatedly in the past year, but one which will not likely be shared by half of the kindergarten class of 2016: "Eyjafjallajokull" (you know, that active volcano in Iceland that's been fouling air

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I know I'm not suppose to look at porn (even Conservative Porn like this), but I just can watch this video of New Jersey's Governor Christie enough times.

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Finally (after months of waiting, while rumors flew and preparations proceeded fitfully), James's unit has received orders -- they will deploy to Afghanistan around the beginning of July. And so it is that James leaves his young bride and joins that long line of soldiers who've gone before.

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Upon learning that Joyce and I have been married for over 32 years, folks often ask, "So what's the secret to a successful marriage?"And I always answer (despite my having to interrupt about three seconds into Joyce's "Ummmm, well ... uh, let me see ... uhhhhhh ..."): "Gift giving! Joyce can always count on me to give the perfect gift on just the right occasion. I mean, how can she keep herself

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Not long ago Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi declared health care a right. By this she meant: Whether a person has the means to pay for medical services or not, he is nonetheless entitled to them. As appealing as that idea might seem, let's consider its logic. Let's say one of our neighbors (we'll name him "Tom") suffers from diabetes and he has no means to pay a doctor for treatment or a

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On this Resurrection Morning, it's time to consider what Paul told the Philippians -- "At the name of Jesus, every knee will bow (of those who are in heaven and on earth and under the earth), and every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father."Though we be trumpet or drum(Else His Breath voicing through usOr bearing the blow that is due us)We all give sound to

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Bob: What's this? You emailed me this "Jesus Test" email? Why are you sending me junk email with dire warnings that I'm a rotten Christian if I don't send it to everyone in my address book?Joyce: I had to. I don't want to burn in hell.Bob: Oh, in that case. That's okay.Joyce: How about you? Are you gonna burn in hell?Bob: Yup.

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A couple of years ago I blogged about Sam. Although I've always avoided rehashing my old stories, I have an irresistible urge to share that story again. In a moment I'll explain why, but first here's that old tale.Sam was a German Shepherd/Airedale Terrier cross. He was a member of the family before I was born (on which side of the family I won't conjecture). He was very protective and gentle,

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Has it occurred to you that there's something oddly familiar about all this fuss over Rep. Emanuel Cleaver's "spitting" incident?What could it be? What could it be?

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A cousin of mine recently shared some old home movies ... included this clip of our family as it was in 1954 (of just the "old" folks plus Joel, Roy and me). In case you didn't figure it out for yourself, I'm the toddler who walks out of the house first and is being held (and apparently very entertained) by my mom toward the end of the clip. My, my, who are those young people who look so

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In 2008 the Democrats had a link on their website that asked people to finish the following sentence: "I vote Democrat because ..."Here are a few off the top of my head:I vote Democrat because I love the fact that I can now marry whomever I want -- I've decided to marry my horse and my mother.I vote Democrat because I believe oil companies' profits of 4% per gallon of gas are obscene, but the

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Something!(So there! Now are you happy, Joyce?)

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Joyce and I have rituals -- probably because we’re both so brain-dead we can’t remember what we’re supposed to be doing if it isn’t what we always do. The only other possible explanation is we're Catholics and don't know it.Anyway, one of our rituals is a conversation we have whenever I’m ready to leave the office. I call home and (thanks to caller ID) Joyce knows that I’m the one ringing her

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No doubt you've heard that the Dallas-Fort Worth area got an all-time-record 12.5 inches of snow yesterday. And last night all the TV weathermen were warning us that the streets and highways in the area would be treacherous this morning, but I didn't believe them. In fact I'm still skeptical.I mean, who would imagine that roadways are even capable of treachery? If any object is to be suspected of

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That Paul Shanklin is a genius...

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As one of those privileged to receive regular email updates from the Democratic National Committee, I was thrilled to see news in my in-box this morning:I just got up to Martha Coakley's campaign HQ to help her win Tuesday's crucial special election. I have to tell you -- this isn't like anything Massachusetts has ever seen.It's happening right after the holidays, so a lot of people haven't even

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As a service to all my readers in South Florida who've been struggling with the question, "How can I be of assistance to all those comatose iguana's that are falling out of my trees?" Sherry L. Schlueter, Executive Director of the Wildlife Care Center in Fort Lauderdale FL, addresses that very problem.Hat tip to Neat-O-Rama and Dave Barry.

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Hat tip to Natural Fake for this clip from the final battle scene in James Cameron's epic fantasy film Avatar.I haven't seen the flick yet, so I really don't know if this made it into the theater release of the film or will be on the DVD's director's cut. Just don't blame me if you're disappointed to find that this scene was cut to keep the movie under five hours.

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Last night a super-majority of my siblings coagulated at Roy's house to gorge on tamales and sundries. With that many folks assembled, its seemed like no fewer than two active conversations were in progress at any given time -- and generally one could move freely from one stream of effluvium to another without disturbance. I tapped into the flow of one conversation just as Roy was holding forth

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Joyce and I went to Walmart this morning to restock on a few items we'd depleted over Christmas. As we drove home from the store, talking about what a wonderful Christmas we had with our sons (and their charming brides and our granddaughter, of course), I mentioned that I'd once had a very disappointing Christmas. Upon hearing my woeful tale, my darling told me, "You really ought to blog that

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As Jack Handy famously said: "The face of a child can say it all ... especially the mouth part."On our snowy Christmas Eve, Joyce and I were given the most wonderful Christmas present, an afternoon with the granddaughter. Over and over and over and over, the young lady sang: "Row-row-row your boatJenty doubt the stweam.If you see Jonah,Don't forget to scweam!"The song, of course, ends with a

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Joyce asked, "I wonder what we did for Christmas last year?" Then she answered her own question with, "Oh, I know -- I'll just check what I was blogging." It seems (from Joyce's recording of events) last year we celebrated the Lord's birth by trimming shrubbery and watching James dash off to see his new-found love every chance he got.Despite my having never been one to doubt the completeness of

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We've lent the Alaskan contingent of the family Joyce's car while they're here in Texas visiting with friends and family, so Joyce is using my car and has been dropping me off at the train. This morning we pulled up to the station and, as we were sitting there, Joyce asked, "Are we waiting for your train?"I answered, "Of course, why would we wait for a train I'm not taking?"Joyce: Okay, so how

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I felt humiliated, but Joyce asked ...Joyce: So d'ya wanna go again?Bob: I'd love to, but you don't have to do it just to please me.Joyce: Poor thing. Did I wear you out?Bob: No, but are you sure you're up to it?Joyce: Do I hear some performance anxiety?Bob: Oh Baby, trust me, you can never wear me out.Joyce: Big talker! So let's get it on.I shouldn't brag, but candor compels me to tell you: I

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A little while ago I opened the fridge ... and behold, I found a couple of new juice selections...Bob: "Joy-eeeece!"Joyce: "Yay-ess?"Bob: "We have Elmo Juice in the fridge ... and Belle from 'Beauty and the Beast' is trapped inside a plastic wrap, and she seems to be staring at me rather accusingly."Joyce: "That's Cinderella."Bob: "My bad. Uhhh --- does this have anything to do with the

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I do apologize for the inconvenience, but I've been forced to enable comment verification. Henceforth (or at least until I decide the spam threat has passed), if you want to comment, you'll have to type those funky nonsense words that Blogger challenges you with.

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Joyce: You know, if you raised the foot rest on the recliner, your feet would be in the sun.Bob: Right.Joyce: So, aren't you going to put your feet in the sun?Bob: No.Joyce: But it would keep your feet warm.Bob: True, but my feet aren't cold.Joyce: They must be.Bob: Are your feet cold?Joyce: Yeah ...Bob: So if I put my feet in the sun, do you think that would make your feet feel warmer?Joyce: It

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I blog because I enjoy my own writing a little more than I should. But today I'm sharing something I'd rather not even think about much less write about. Over at Gateway Pundit there's a two-part post that exposes the reading list that President Obama's Safe Schools Czar Kevin Jennings recommends. The list is divided into three main categories: books recommended for grades K-6; books

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Yesterday Joyce and I drove to Fort Sill to attend a promotion ceremony for James and six of his fellow second lieutenants (er, his now fellow first lieutenants). Among the attendees was James's brigade commander who shared some thoughts, which I paraphrase here."There's a trite saying, 'The NCO corps is the backbone of the Army.' That's trite, but it's also true. But we shouldn't take it as a

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Figuring it's a good idea to keep an eye on the Democrats, I got myself on a mailing list of the Democratic National Committee. So now I get regular email updates about those dastardly Republicans who are trying to defeat ObamaCare. Here's their latest appeal for money:Bob --Right now, Sarah Palin is on a highly publicized, nationwide book tour, attacking President Obama and his plan for health

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Lifted from Neat-O-Rama:Close Encounters of the Redneck Kind from Marc Bullard on Vimeo.

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I just received an email (tagged with a "Suspected Spam" warning from the company's email administrator).This suspect email begins:Dear Sir or Madam,We regret if this letter brings to you trouble, But this dispatch has only the kind purposes. ..."Suspected Spam," you caution? You think?(Golly, maybe I shouldn't have clicked on that embedded link.)

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Joyce: So how did you like your smoothie?Bob: It was ... um ... okay. Why do you ask?Joyce: No reason. So how did you like it?Bob: It was ... good. What did you put in it?Joyce: It's good for you ... and you liked it, didn't you?Bob: It was okay. So in what way was it good for me?Joyce: It's good for your digestion. And you liked it, didn't you?Bob: It was okay. So what was in it?Joyce:

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Joyce just showed me this from Neat-o-rama.I have just one question: "Who thinks to try this sort of thing?"

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Isn't it time we stopped denying the obvious? When was the last time we heard news reports of radical Baptists opened fire on innocent civilians? And where are all those Roman Catholic terrorists hiding? Rampaging Lutherans? Marauding Methodists? Episcopalian Jihadis?So why are we never surprised to learn that the latest atrocity was carried out by a devout Muslim? Is there perhaps a

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The company where I work outsources its Information Technology (IT) services. Our experience with our old IT service provider has been so unsatisfactory that the company took the first chance it had to cancel its service agreement with that vendor. The new IT service provider will be taking over (following a very painful transition) on November 1.Today I got an invitation to a Group Luncheon (an

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{To the Tune of the Notre Dame Fight Song}Bassett is brave and Bassett is bold.Bassett's a team that no team can hold.When we fight we fight to win,'cuz Bassett, you know, just won't give in.When the last play is run through with ease,Just for the fans of Bassett to please,We will sing with all our mightThe song of maroon and white ... fight, fight, fight! ...{repeat ad nauseum}As all my fellow

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Those were the exact words Joyce spoke this morning. I'd like to say I'm so wise that I immediately thought to myself: Now Bob, there's no need to correct Joyce by saying: "No, my love. The rocket that's going to hit the moon this morning doesn't have a nuclear warhead." But the truth is, as I slowly emerged from my deep slumber, the only thought that passed through my head was: Nuke the moon?

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Head-on.* Lifted from "Outside the Beltway"

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Obama didn't bring the 2016 Olympics to Chicago:Number 10... At International Olympic Committeee meetings ... dead people can't vote.Number 9... Obama believes in American exceptionalism, just as the IOC believes in Brazilian exceptionalism.Number 8... Who cares if Obama couldn't talk the IOC into holding the Olympics in Chicago, as long as he can talk Iran out of its nukes.Number 7... Given the

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At work I've been writing a proposal for a new coordinate system (related to mapping of the company's facilities). I wrote a proposal just like this sixteen years ago and just to see if anyone actually read it, I embedded a joke in the "Glossary of Terms".No one evvverrrr found it.So now that the time has come time to polish that old gem, I've decided to test it again. Since y'all are much

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Do you think:1. The U.S. Federal government has overstepped its Constitutional limits?2. The U.S. Federal government should not run up huge deficits and then have the Federal Reserve bank "buy" that debt with dollars it creates out of thin air?3. The U.S. Federal government should never take over bail out any private business?4. The U.S. Federal government should not nationalize the mortgage

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Every Tuesday morning at work I attend a recurring project meeting. This project ("Project F", which deals with network design) is a touchy one since it's being sponsored by our company's holding company and the holding company is also the owner of other company's that pose a serious data security threat to us. Thus, my role is primarily an obstructive one: to keep the holding company from

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You know, I was thinking about what Jimmy Carter said about us who oppose Barack Obama. And (after some intense soul-searching) I realized he was right. I'd be in favor of being taxed to death, having Federal bureaucrats decide who and who doesn't get medical care, dismantling our military, apologizing to America's enemies every chance you get, printing money by the trillions to cover

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So on a blog called "The Lost Fart of Blogging" what were you expecting?

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Today I should have done what so many others have done and posted some words of tribute to those who died on that ghastly day eight years ago. I really intended to ... but the words still don't flow. I do have something to say, but little that hasn't been said better by so many others.Nonetheless, please bear with me as I clumsily try to make just one point: As we remember those who died on 9-

Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10120554561277504589noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618278694134380990.post-43846888053091500692009-09-09T21:39:00.009-05:002009-09-15T16:25:15.851-05:00

The other day Ricky (a colleague in a different department) and I were both sent an email asking us for some statistics about the company. On one particular stat, I replied with a technically correct answer -- but not the officially correct answer that Ricky provided (that is to say, my answer was not the same as the answer the company has reported to governmental agencies in the past). Now,

Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10120554561277504589noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618278694134380990.post-32623334842640918752009-09-07T20:41:00.002-05:002009-09-07T20:44:16.601-05:00

Joyce has been making fun of me again, telling stories that (though technically true) really verge on violating her marital vow. Sweetheart, that was: "Love, Honor and Obey."

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The company I work for has hired an audit firm to audit its employee benefits program. What exactly can that mean? one might ask. It means my employer figures it stands to gain enough in avoiding insurance fraud to offset the cost of paying the auditors. Given the state of ethics in America today, I won't argue the prudence of that policy. But judging from the portion of the workforce I know

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Having recently discovered Facebook, I've also found this Onion News Network report very helpful.Facebook, Twitter Revolutionizing How Parents Stalk Their College-Aged Kids

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I know I'm late to this party, but I just had to post this feel-good video.

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