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The worst thing about dying while descending Mt. Hood would be the incredible loneliness.
I just realized that for the next year or so we’ll have to hear and see the not-so-pleasant voice and face of Hillary Clinton each night on the news.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 – 1832) was a philosopher, scientist and poet. He also coined the useful phrase, “You can lick my ass” (Er kann mich im Arsche lecken). How cool is that?
Christmas dinner is best with rib roast and mashed potatoes (some would argue Yorkshire pudding, too).
There was a time, not long ago, when a Vikings/Packers football game was worth watching.
Joseph (Mary’s husband) had to have been THE MOST God fearing man on the planet. Ever. I hope God granted him a “get into Heaven free” card.
When my son asked me what my favorite Christmas song is, I had to stop and think. It’s “Silver Bells,” the Bing Crosby version.
On my worst day, at my lowest moments, I think about the millions of people who have chronic health conditions and only WISH they could ride a bike, sit in a chair, walk to the store, and work an eight hour day.
If I live in Minnesota and it’s December, my only expectation is for snow to cover the brown grass.
Sometimes people get confused. But I think I’d know if I had testicles or not. And if I did, I wouldn’t pose as a female distance runner in the Olympics.
Boy bands have never impressed me. But of all the characters involved in that genre, Justin Timberlake is one funny, talented dude…in a box or not.
The worst thing about dying while descending Mt. Hood would be the incredible loneliness.
I just realized that for the next year or so we’ll have to hear and see the not-so-pleasant voice and face of Hillary Clinton each night on the news.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 – 1832) was a philosopher, scientist and poet. He also coined the useful phrase, “You can lick my ass” (Er kann mich im Arsche lecken). How cool is that?
Christmas dinner is best with rib roast and mashed potatoes (some would argue Yorkshire pudding, too).
There was a time, not long ago, when a Vikings/Packers football game was worth watching.
Joseph (Mary’s husband) had to have been THE MOST God fearing man on the planet. Ever. I hope God granted him a “get into Heaven free” card.
When my son asked me what my favorite Christmas song is, I had to stop and think. It’s “Silver Bells,” the Bing Crosby version.
On my worst day, at my lowest moments, I think about the millions of people who have chronic health conditions and only WISH they could ride a bike, sit in a chair, walk to the store, and work an eight hour day.
If I live in Minnesota and it’s December, my only expectation is for snow to cover the brown grass.
Sometimes people get confused. But I think I’d know if I had testicles or not. And if I did, I wouldn’t pose as a female distance runner in the Olympics.
Boy bands have never impressed me. But of all the characters involved in that genre, Justin Timberlake is one funny, talented dude…in a box or not.
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This random thought brought to you by ~C @ 6:39 AM
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