Monday, May 25, 2009



Day is done,
gone the sun,
From the hills,
from the lake,
From the skies.
All is well,
safely rest,
God is nigh.

Go to sleep,
peaceful sleep,
May the soldier or sailor,
God keep.
On the land or the deep,
Safe in sleep.

Love, good night,
Must thou go,
When the day,
And the night
Need thee so?
All is well.
Speedeth all
To their rest.

Fades the light;
And afar
Goeth day,
And the stars
Shineth bright,
Fare thee well;
Day has gone,
Night is on.

Thanks and praise,
For our days,‘
Neath the sun,
Neath the stars,
‘Neath the sky,
As we go,
This we know,
God is nigh.

If you do not know what this is about, then you are an American in name only and I feel sorry for you. WildBillK

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Gun Control

Gun Control is being able to hit your target.

Ever see a pink rifle? Even the ammo clip is pink...
What a grill ! Must be a Texas grill.

Sunday, May 10, 2009


Actions, not words, are the proof positive of love.

House Rules:

1. Love God and love each other.

2. Be generous with hugs and warm words.

3. Be patient and respect each other.

4. Practice forgiveness.

5. Pray often.

6. Live with a thankful heart.

Math Teacher

Home from her first day of school, my six-year-old grand daughter announced excitedly that she had made a new friend. "And guess what? Her mom is a math teacher just like you." Before I could comment, she paid my profession a great compliment when she continued, "But her dad is just a doctor."

Pay As You Go

A Scotsman left on a long trip across the country, taking a train the entire length of the line. At each station along the way, he insisted that he had to get off of the train to buy a new ticket. He chose to not buy a ticket to his final destination, but just one to take him to the next stop on the line.

After watching this go on for several hours, another passenger asked, "Why are you buying all of these individual tickets, man? Why not just save yourself time and money and just get one ticket for the rest of your trip? You'd save 25%."

The Scotsman scowled at the very idea, and darkly replied, "My doctor told me that I am not long for this world. I don't plan to waste any of my money on train tickets I may not use while I am here!"

Saturday, May 2, 2009


Is there a magic cutoff period when Offspring become accountable for their own actions? Is there a wonderful moment when parents can become detached spectators in the lives of their children and shrug, 'It's their life,' and feel nothing?

When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital corridor waiting for doctors to put a few Stitches in my daughter's head. I asked, 'When do you stop worrying?' The nurse said, 'When they get out of the accident stage.' My Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little chair in a classroom and heard how one of my children talked incessantly, disrupted the class, and was headed for a career making license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher said, 'Don't worry, they all go through this stage and then you can sit back, relax and enjoy them.' My dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come home, the front door to open. A friend said, 'they're trying to find themselves. Don't worry, in a few years, you can stop worrying. They'll be adults.' My dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.

By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being vulnerable. I was still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle. There was nothing I could do about it. My Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.

I continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in their disappointments. My friends said that when my kids got married I could stop worrying and lead my own life. I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by my dad's warm smile and his occasional, 'You look pale. Are you all right? Call me the minute you get home. Are you depressed about something?'

Can it be that parents are sentenced to a lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of human frailties and the fears of the unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue that elevates us to the highest form of life?

One of my children became quite irritable recently, saying to me, 'Where were you? I've been calling for 3 days, and no one answered. I was worried.' I smiled a warm smile.

The torch has been passed.

PASS IT ON TO OTHER WONDERFUL PARENTS (And also to your children. That's the fun)

I received this from some friends in emails and I'm passing it on.