Let's catch up
Now that the gas is flowing like booze at a Catholic picnic, it's time to get back to this blog-thing. I've been working long hours and traveling a bit since my last meaningful entry (I'll let you decide when that really was).
Pork Chop is doing quite well for himself. He's already developed quite the reputation for being a ladies' man, smiling and drooling all over himself when the fairer sex comes around. You should see him at Hooters.
He checks in at a hefty 18.5 lbs, and it's all baby fat. Despite my best attempts, he still has a head of hair. He's moved on to sweet potatoes now (which he loves) after a rocky start with squash (which we convinced him that he loves).
The poo. Ohhhhhh, the poo. [shiver]
Momma (aka Lilmd) is working at the church's daycare four mornings a week and taking our lil' chubby buddy along with her. She promises me on a regular basis that she doesn't look in on him. Much.
As for me, I've been a working fool - emphasis on whichever part floats your freighter. I did, however, find the time to skedaddle down to the Gulf and help relieve them of their fish-overpopulation (sorry, Gordon - we were pushed for time).
And it's in that vein that I leave you with this little joke (told on the boat by my father-in-law):
Pork Chop is doing quite well for himself. He's already developed quite the reputation for being a ladies' man, smiling and drooling all over himself when the fairer sex comes around. You should see him at Hooters.
He checks in at a hefty 18.5 lbs, and it's all baby fat. Despite my best attempts, he still has a head of hair. He's moved on to sweet potatoes now (which he loves) after a rocky start with squash (which we convinced him that he loves).
The poo. Ohhhhhh, the poo. [shiver]
Momma (aka Lilmd) is working at the church's daycare four mornings a week and taking our lil' chubby buddy along with her. She promises me on a regular basis that she doesn't look in on him. Much.
As for me, I've been a working fool - emphasis on whichever part floats your freighter. I did, however, find the time to skedaddle down to the Gulf and help relieve them of their fish-overpopulation (sorry, Gordon - we were pushed for time).
And it's in that vein that I leave you with this little joke (told on the boat by my father-in-law):
There was once this woman that sold bait in a little fishing village. Every morning she'd walk out to the tent beside the road and leave some more worms and post a sign - "Cup of worms for $5." She'd then come back up to her house and go on about her day, returning in the evening to collect the day's dues - which were always exactly what they needed to be.
One day a man stopped her and asked, "How do you trust these folks to do the right thing and not walk off with everything you have out here?"
She turned and smiled at the man; "Because they're liars, not thieves."
posted by misawa at 4:19 PM
3 Comments:
Glad to hear things are getting back to normal (?) for you. Sorry we missed you on your trip down this way, maybe next time.
I'm gonna be in Jonesboro, Nov. 9-11, at the Georgia Baptist Convention. Are you by any chance coming?
Hey buddy- when was the last time you were at a Catholic picnic!? Now that's a sight I'd like to see :)
-Your long lost Catholic pal
Afraid not Bro. Gordon. I'm currently scheduled to be in southern Mississippi starting that Monday, but I'll let you know if plans change.
Long lost Catholic pal - actually at a Catholic picnic? No. Told about one by another Catholic? Yep. :D
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