“God has made laughter for me.” (Genesis 21:6)
Some laughter will do us both good.
The best thing in The Advocate, the Baton Rouge daily which has supplanted the Times-Picayune as our newspaper of choice in recent months, is Smiley Anders’ column. Smiley loads his space with items of humor, curiosity, or insight. I didn’t subscribe to the paper for this column, but it’s a nice bonus.
One: Smiley tells about a city in Germany that was being overrun by loose dogs. A factory owner called city hall one day to complain that those wild dogs were destroying his business. He said, “The mills are alive with the hounds of Munich.”
That’s what I mean. You can’t get good stuff like that just anywhere!
Two: The Japanese, we’re told, eat very little fat and have fewer heart attacks than either the British or Americans. On the other hand, the French eat plenty of fat and also suffer fewer heart attacks. Conclusion: Eat whatever you please; it’s speaking English that kills you.
Three. A sign at the propane gas filling station: “Tank heaven for little grills.”
Four: Smiley tells of a Cajun friend who read in Acts 10 about Peter’s vision in which he sees a sheet lowered from Heaven in which are all kinds of birds and beasts. Through his strong accent, the Louisianian says, “If Peter’s last name was Boudreaux or Babineaux, he might interpret that dream as, ‘Honey! The Lord just told me to make some gumbo!'”
Five: I’ve been working on my New Year’s Reflections. See what you think….
–2013 will be the year of my 73rd birthday. Just think, I’m close to having lived one-half of my life.
–I am determined to be true to myself and honor all facets of my being, regardless of state and local laws.
–I plan to assume full responsibility for my actions, with the exception of those that are someone else’s fault.
–At this moment, Congress is working frantically to resolve the “fiscal cliff” thing. If I could send a message to the members of Congress, it would be: “Work this thing out or the only cliff you’re going to be dealing with is your career.”
–As a retired pastor doing a lot of single shot sermons in churches here and there, I resolve to preach all those courageous messages I never had the nerve to deliver while I was pastoring, then get out of town as fast as my little red Camry can take me!
–I will NOT live each day as though it were my last. I mean, who in their senses wants to live every day kicking and screaming “I’m not ready to go! I don’t want to go yet!” Instead, I will live each day as though it were just the first in a long line of incredible days to follow.
–I will keep a sense of humor even if I have to infuriate everyone around me in the process.
(More later as we come across them)
My kind of funny. Thanks.
Joe, this is a personal funny and might not be what you want or appropriate to post. But here goes:
When my sister and her husband were living in my grandmothers country house while theirs was being built, my brother- in- law planted some peas in the field right above the house. Meanwhile my uncle, by marriage and also the brother of my brother-in-law has property adjoining our property where he has cattle, came to attend to them. We were newly married and we were helping my sis and her husband hoe their peas. I looked up and saw my uncle, a farmer, who is very lean and weathered by the sun, slowly walking along the row I was hoeing. I thought oh no, he is critiqueing my hoeing. He stopped in front of me, didn’t say a word, took the hoe from my hand, took out his knife and started to scrape the moist dirt from my hoe.Trying to defend myself, I said, “J.D., I’m just not much of a hoer”. Everyone was quiet for a few seconds, then we burst out laughing. J.D. looked up at me with a sly grin on his sun wrinkled face and said, “That’s hoehand, Carolyn”.
That’s a good one, Carolyn. Let’s leave it in. Thank you!