I wish religious people would spend less time worrying about their life after death.
I wish religious people would spend more time worrying about the quality of the lives of the living.
Then religious people wouldn’t have to worry about their life after death.
I enjoy our backyard pond. I dug it myself. While digging, I could have gone in a couple directions which I explained in this blog post. I have shed blood over this pond, and lost my boyish good lucks in the process. Despite the macabre aura of blood and death surrounding this pond, it was my quiet place, until my pond was literally visited by blood and death last night. Now it will have to be my quiet place of blood and death.
I’ve given the staff of Jim Flanigan Looks at the World some time off over this holiday weekend to spend time with their children, some of whom also happen to be their nieces and nephews, but they wanted me to pass along this holiday snapshot I took of them at our Christmas party …
Without that good bunch of guys, I would not be able to keep a steady stream of drivel coming your way. Now without their efforts this weekend, here’s the unsteady stream of drivel I have lined-up for your reading pleasure …
Yesterday, I was invited to join a secret Facebook group. I gladly accepted. Now I know what it is like to be a Freemason. I can’t wait to learn the secret handshake!
I had 3 experiences yesterday that I don’t like, all before noon. I don’t want to go into great detail, as I will save that for my analyst. Here they are, in no particular order except numerical, actually alpha-numerical if you look at #2.