<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173</id><updated>2024-09-24T21:51:05.494-07:00</updated><category term="Home Business"/><category term="surveys"/><title type='text'>The things I found</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>254</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-9140272319807934328</id><published>2012-04-14T04:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-14T05:08:32.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #136</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Saturday has arrived...Thank Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings us another day closer to vacation. I was reading the fishing report from Morehead City, NC and I wish I was there now. I also looked at the Grocery Sales papers and they have some really good deals on beer. I sure wish I was there and taking advantage of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no cat races this morning. I believe they stayed awake all night playing with Maggie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie told me that Momma Cat brought her kitten over. She said the little thing is wild and solid black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old farmer named Clyde had a car accident. In court, the trucking company&#39;s fancy lawyer was questioning Clyde. &quot;Didn&#39;t you say at the scene of the accident, &#39;I&#39;m fine,&#39;?&quot; asked the lawyer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clyde responded, &quot;Well, I&#39;ll tell you what happened. I had just loaded my favorite mule, Bessie, into the......&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I didn&#39;t ask for any details,&quot; the lawyer interrupted. &quot;Just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, &quot;I&#39;m fine!&#39;?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clyde said, &quot;Well, I had just got Bessie into the trailer and was driving down the road....&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer interrupted again and said, &quot;Judge, I am trying to establish the fact that at the scene of the accident, this man told the Highway Patrolman on the scene that he was just fine. Now several weeks after the accident he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the Judge was fairly interested in Clyde&#39;s answer and said to the lawyer, &quot;I&#39;d like to hear what he has to say about his favorite mule, Bessie.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clyde thanked the Judge and proceeded, &quot;Well... as I was sayin&#39;, I had just loaded Bessie, my favorite mule, into the trailer and was drivin&#39; her down the highway when this huge semi ran the stop sign and smacked my truck right in the side. I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown into the other. I was hurtin&#39; real bad and didn&#39;t want to move. However, I could hear ole Bessie moanin&#39; and groanin&#39;. I knew she was in terrible shape just by her groans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real soon a Highway Patrolman came on the scene. He could hear Bessie moanin&#39; and groanin&#39;, too. So, he went over to her. After he looked at her, he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes. Then the Patrolman came across the road, gun in hand, looked at me, and said, &#39;How are YOU feeling?&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what the heck would you say?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/9140272319807934328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/9140272319807934328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/9140272319807934328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/9140272319807934328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2012/04/saturday-morning-reflection-136.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #136'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-8668883381091368776</id><published>2012-04-07T06:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-07T07:00:59.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #135</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another wonderful Saturday. I am not sure what the plan is for today...I am sure though, that it will be better than trudging off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cats are wild this morning...I am hoping that after I finish my coffee I will have that much energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smell breakfast cooking....it must be Jackie&#39;s turn to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A barber gave a haircut to a priest one day. The priest tried to pay for the haircut, but the barber refused, saying, &quot;you do God&#39;s work.&quot; The next morning the barber found a dozen bibles at the door to his shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A policeman came to the barber for a haircut, and again the barber refused to pay, saying, &quot;you protect the public.&quot; The next morning the barber found a dozen doughnuts at the door to his shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lawyer came to the barber for a haircut, and again the barber refused payment, saying, &quot;you serve the justice system.&quot; The next morning the barber found a dozen lawyers waiting for a free haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/8668883381091368776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/8668883381091368776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/8668883381091368776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/8668883381091368776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2012/04/saturday-morning-reflection-135.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #135'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-1224535775628983774</id><published>2012-03-31T05:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-31T05:26:45.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #134</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is here...The Rose bush in the front yard should look GREAT this year (pictures to follow). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast this morning is going to be Corned Beef Hash and Eggs...Jackie&#39;s favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to starting my day. Seems like in the summer I just wanna go out side and play. I think I am going to get moving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A filthy rich man in Florida decided that he wanted to throw a party and invited all of his buddies and neighbors. He also invited Bubba, the only redneck in the neighborhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held the party around the pool in the backyard of his mansion. Everyone was having a good time drinking, dancing, eating shrimp, oysters and BBQ and flirting with the women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the height of the party, the host said, &quot;I have a 10 ft man-eating gator in my pool and I&#39;ll give a million dollars to anyone who is brave enough to jump in.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words were barely out of his mouth when there was a loud splash and everyone turned around and saw Bubba in the pool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubba was fighting the gator and kicking its hide! Bubba was jabbing the gator in the eyes with his thumbs, throwing punches, head butts and choke holds, biting the gator on the tail and flipping the gator through the air like some kind of Judo Instructor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was churning and splashing everywhere. Both Bubba and the gator were screaming and raising hell. Finally Bubba strangled the gator and let it float to the top like a K-mart goldfish. Bubba then slowly climbed out of the pool. Everybody was just staring at him in disbelief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the host says, &quot;Well, Bubba, I reckon I owe you a million dollars.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No, that&#39;s okay. I don&#39;t want it,&quot; said Bubba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich man said, &quot;Man, I have to give you something. You won the bet. How about half a million bucks then?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No thanks. I don&#39;t want it,&quot; answered Bubba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The host said, &quot;Come on, I insist on giving you something. That was amazing. How about a new Porsche and a Rolex and some stock options?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Bubba said no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, the rich man asked, &quot;Well, Bubba, then what do you want?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubba said, &quot;I want the name of the SOB who pushed me in the pool.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/1224535775628983774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/1224535775628983774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/1224535775628983774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/1224535775628983774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2012/03/saturday-morning-reflection-134.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #134'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-928284559433053312</id><published>2012-03-24T07:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-24T07:17:31.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #133</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday again..feels good not to be at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mornings breakfast was muffins (from a local coffee shop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really big plans for today...I am not sure just what I am going to do today. I might clean the inside of the truck....after the coffee pot is emptied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie has been complaining that Alex Cat is spoiled. She opened the fridge and he ran in there...begging for bacon pieces...maybe I should change that to DEMANDING BACON PIECES. I am not sure how he got spoiled that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Congratulations my boy!&quot; said the groom&#39;s uncle. &quot;I&#39;m sure you&#39;ll look back and remember today as the happiest day of your life.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;But I&#39;m not getting married until tomorrow,&quot; protested his nephew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I know,&quot; replied the uncle. &quot;That&#39;s exactly what I mean.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/928284559433053312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/928284559433053312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/928284559433053312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/928284559433053312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2012/03/saturday-morning-reflection-133.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #133'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-4038072232442261391</id><published>2012-03-17T04:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-17T04:56:40.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #132</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it is...another Saturday morning. I wonder who ordered this weather? We should call them and thank them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat races are already finished here...not sure exactly who won, but judging from the amount of sleeping they are both exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be a busy day for Jackie...officially she will be attending her 1st birthday party as Maw-Maw. Miss Haleigh (commonly referred to as Little Miss Thunder diapers) will be 1 year old...today. Last night, Jackie and I were discussing this and I told her I couldn&#39;t hardly wait until I got to feed the baby her first Pickled Egg...watch for it...its coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband and his wife advertised for a live-in maid to cook and do the housework. A likely-looking girl came in from the country, and they hired her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She worked out fine, was a good cook, was polite, and kept the house neat. One day, after about six months, she came in and said she would have to quit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;But why?&quot; asked the disappointed wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hemmed and hawed and said she didn&#39;t want to say, but the wife was persistent, so finally she said, &quot;Well, on my day off a couple of months ago I met this good-looking fellow from over in the next county, and well, I&#39;m pregnant.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife said, &quot;Look, we don&#39;t want to lose you. My husband and I don&#39;t have any children, and we&#39;ll adopt your baby if you will stay.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talked to her husband; he agreed, and the maid said she would stay. The baby came, they adopted it, and all went well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another year, though, the maid came in again and said that she would have to quit. The wife questioned her, found out that she was pregnant again, talked to her husband, and offered to adopt the baby if she would stay. She agreed, had the baby, they adopted it, and life went on as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few months, however, she again said she would have to leave. Same thing. She was pregnant. They made the same offer, she agreed, and they adopted the third baby. She worked for a week or two, but then said, &quot;I am definitely leaving this time.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Don&#39;t tell me you&#39;re pregnant again?&quot; asked the lady of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No,&quot; she said, &quot;there are just too many kids here to pick up after.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/4038072232442261391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/4038072232442261391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/4038072232442261391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/4038072232442261391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2012/03/saturday-morning-reflection-132.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #132'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-7331496115892299976</id><published>2012-03-10T05:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-10T05:46:49.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #131</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandbaby stayed last night...this morning she has discovered a new way to soften the dry cat food before she eats it...she dips it in the cats water bowl. Mawmaw says she is wearing down. I think if Mawmaw says &quot;No No&quot; many more times the baby will believe its her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won&#39;t be writing too much today...there is more action here (this morning) than at a 2.00 whorehouse outside a Navy base on a payday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His pediatrician asked six-year-old Johnny, who watched a good many TV, adds, just to make conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny, if you found a couple of dollars and had to spend them, what would you buy?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;A box of Tampax,&quot; he replied without hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Tampax?&quot; said the doctor. &quot;What would you do with that?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well,&quot; said Johnny, &quot;I do not know exactly, but it&#39;s sure worth two dollars. With tampax, it says on TV, you can go swimming, go horseback riding, and also go skating, any time you want to.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/7331496115892299976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/7331496115892299976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/7331496115892299976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/7331496115892299976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2012/03/saturday-morning-reflection-131.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #131'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-2988894328784163173</id><published>2012-03-03T04:53:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-10T05:37:10.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #130</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is another beautiful Saturday. Spring is so close I checked the DNR website for the Trout stocking schedules. I figure it won&#39;t be long until some rainbows are cooking on the stove. I bet the cats think thats a good idea also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now official...Jackie is going to be a Grandmother...again. Does this mean she is the upgraded version? Mawmaw2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is sunny and beautiful. I am going to get out of here and get some stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurricanes that hit the Gulf Coast of our nation were devastating. &lt;br /&gt;It did not spare the houses of worship in and around the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the local television stations in South Louisiana aired an interview &lt;br /&gt;with a woman from New Orleans . &lt;br /&gt;The interviewer was a woman from a Boston affiliate. &lt;br /&gt;She asked the woman: &lt;br /&gt;“How such total and complete devastation of the Churches in the area had affected their lives?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation, the woman replied, &lt;br /&gt;&quot;I don&#39;t know about all those other people, &lt;br /&gt;But we ain&#39;t gone to Churches in years. &quot;We git our chicken from Popeye&#39;s&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look on the interviewer&#39;s face was priceless. &lt;br /&gt;They&#39;re out there, they live among us, AND THEY VOTE. &lt;br /&gt;Now you understand how we got our president?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/2988894328784163173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/2988894328784163173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/2988894328784163173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/2988894328784163173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2012/03/saturday-morning-reflection-129.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #130'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-2943769040541644099</id><published>2012-02-25T03:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T03:24:14.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #129</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weekend has arrived. The weekends are always so much better than the weekdays. I enjoy lounging around the house (and the company) without the hustle and bustle of the work environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend plans for here are...wait, I don&#39;t have any plans. I guess this means I will start the weekend with a few cups of coffee and some breakfast. When that is done I will enter the fast paced world of..&quot;lets just wait and see what happens.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a message for everyone out there in the mainstream...see you Monday.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DEA officer stopped at a ranch in Texas , and talked with an old rancher.&lt;br /&gt;He told the rancher, &quot;I need to inspect your ranch for illegally grown drugs.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;The rancher said, &quot;Okay , but don&#39;t go in that field over there.....&quot;, as he pointed out the location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DEA officer verbally exploded saying, &quot; Mister, I have the authority of the Federal Government with me !&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Reaching into his rear pants pocket, he removed his badge and proudly displayed it to the rancher.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;See this badge?! This badge means I am allowed to go wherever I wish.. On any land ! &lt;br /&gt;No questions asked or answers given!!  Have I made myself clear......do you understand ?!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rancher nodded politely, apologized, and went about his chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later, the old rancher heard loud screams, looked up, and saw the DEA officer running for his life, being chased by the rancher&#39;s big Santa Gertrudis bull......&lt;br /&gt;With every step the bull was gaining ground on the officer, and it seemed likely that he&#39;d sure enough get gored before he reached safety.  The officer was clearly terrified.&lt;br /&gt;The rancher threw down his tools, ran to the fence and yelled at the top of his lungs.....     &lt;br /&gt;&quot;Your badge, show him your BADGE........ !&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/2943769040541644099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/2943769040541644099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/2943769040541644099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/2943769040541644099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2012/02/saturday-morning-reflection-129.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #129'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-2221979069022785961</id><published>2012-02-18T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T06:01:30.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #128</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Saturday and here we are...expecting a snow storm.I am looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&#39;s talk about last weekend. Jackie took me to Greenbo Lake and we stayed all night at the Lodge. The Paramount Arts theater group were presenting a play and there was a dinner buffet...What a fantastic evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plans for this weekend are pretty simple...watch for the snowfall to begin. I think I need to plan a short trip for Jackie and I. The last one was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Pastors in the south were having lunch in a diner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One said, &quot;Since summer started I&#39;ve been having trouble with bats in my loft and attic at church. I&#39;ve tried everything--noise, spray, cats--nothing seems to scare them away.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another said, &quot;Me too. I&#39;ve got hundreds living in my belfry and in the narthex attic. I&#39;ve even had the place fumigated, and they won&#39;t go away.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third said, &quot;I baptized all mine, and made them members of the church. Haven&#39;t seen one back since.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/2221979069022785961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/2221979069022785961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/2221979069022785961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/2221979069022785961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2012/02/saturday-morning-reflection-128.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #128'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-5417058099777277142</id><published>2012-02-11T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T06:18:10.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #127</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it really snow? Not even enough to shovel. This morning the house is somewhat quiet. The cats are sitting by the back glass looking at a bird on the back deck. I am sure if the bird would jump towards them they would flee in terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee is very good this morning. Since it is very cold outside I appreciate the hot coffee (not that I&#39;ve been outside). I am still unsure of today&#39;s plans, however the day is young...and so is Jackie (notice I didn&#39;t say anything about me?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man finds the woman of his dreams and asks her to marry him. He tells his mother he wants her to meet his fiance, but he wants to make a bit of a game out of it. He says he&#39;ll bring the girl over with two other women and see if his mother can guess which is the one he wants to marry. His mother agrees to the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, he shows up at his mother&#39;s house with three beautiful young ladies. They all sit down on the couch, and everyone has a wonderful evening talking and getting to know each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the evening, the young man asks his mother, &#39;OK, Mom, which one is the woman I want to marry?&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any hesitation at all, his mother replies, &#39;The one in the middle.&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man is astounded. &#39;How in the world did you figure it out?&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Easy,&#39; she says. &#39;I don&#39;t like her.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/5417058099777277142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/5417058099777277142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/5417058099777277142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/5417058099777277142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2012/02/saturday-morning-reflection-127.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #127'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-2321456825129745623</id><published>2012-02-04T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T04:59:00.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #126</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Saturday has arrived. Jackie has been up before dawn and has already consumed almost a full pot of coffee. She is currently brewing another. If it were summer, I would give her a water hose and a sponge and put out a sign that said..&quot;Hand car wash..$10.00&quot;  No more mortgage in just a few hours...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note...Wait...it is Saturday and I am not going to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to make my SUPERBOWL prediction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NY GIANTS   21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NE PATRIOTS 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of school before the Christmas break, the children brought gifts for their teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supermarket manager&#39;s daughter brought the teacher a beautiful basket of assorted fruit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The florist&#39;s son brought the teacher a bouquet of flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candy-store owner&#39;s daughter gave the teacher a huge, pretty box of asst.candy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the liquor-store owner&#39;s son brought up a big, heavy box. The teacher lifted it up and noticed that it was leaking a little bit.. She touched a drop of the liquid with her finger and tasted it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Is it wine?&quot; she guessed. &lt;br /&gt;&quot;No&quot; the boy replied. &lt;br /&gt;She tasted another drop and asked &quot;Champagne?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No&quot; said the little boy.............&quot;It&#39;s a puppy!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/2321456825129745623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/2321456825129745623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/2321456825129745623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/2321456825129745623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2012/02/saturday-morning-reflection-126.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #126'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-6865735391280583204</id><published>2012-01-28T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T03:11:56.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #125</title><content type='html'>Good Morning Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is...Saturday again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well this morning. Cats playing and good coffee being placed in the correct coffee cups. Jackie has had so much caffeine that she is almost hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Cat was very demanding this morning. He demanded that we get up and feed him. Since he is a cat he doesn&#39;t realize we don&#39;t get up at 0500hrs on the weekend (usually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little rural town had one of the highest birth rates in the country and this phenomenon attracted the attention of the sociologists at the state university. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wrote a grant proposal; got a huge chunk of money; moved to town; set up their computers; got squared away; and began designing their questionnaires and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the staff was busy getting ready for their big research effort, the project director decided to go to the local drugstore for a cup of coffee. He sat down at the counter, ordered his coffee, and while he was drinking it, he told the druggist what his purpose was in town, then asked him if he had any idea why the birth rate was so high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sure,&quot; said the druggist. &quot;Every morning the six o&#39;clock train comes through here and blows for the crossing. It wakes everybody up, and, well, it&#39;s too late to go back to sleep, and it&#39;s too early to get up.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/6865735391280583204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/6865735391280583204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/6865735391280583204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/6865735391280583204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2012/01/saturday-morning-reflection-125.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #125'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-1342661900663393876</id><published>2012-01-21T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T04:25:51.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #124</title><content type='html'>Good Morning Everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is...Saturday again. YEEHAW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard that parts of our area are going to get ice and snow. I am hoping that the area where I am does not get any of that. I have been getting fliers, in the mail, about Walleye fishing. I am going to attempt to go up this year and get in a day of fishing. The Walleye levels in my freezer are very low. The last flyer I received said they are expecting 11 to 15 inch Perch this year. I don&#39;t know what the limits will be, but I wouldn&#39;t mind a freezer full of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren&#39;t any big plans for this weekend, but it is way better than work. I am sure that Jackie and I will find something to get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl says to a salesman, &quot;I&#39;m not sure if I should buy a sweatshirt or a windbreaker.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, &quot;Well, that depends. Are you gonna sweat, or are you gonna break wind?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/1342661900663393876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/1342661900663393876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/1342661900663393876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/1342661900663393876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2012/01/saturday-morning-reflection-124.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #124'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-892536333295191100</id><published>2012-01-14T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T04:45:14.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #123</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe there is snow on the ground? Damn, and I am not in hibernation. I should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been spent battling a cold/sinus infection. I seem to be on the mend. Thank Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie and I have not made many plans for the weekend. I am sure that whatever we do will be better than work. Let me say this..the coffee and the company is good this morning. I am going for another cup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jock once attended a Temperance lecture given by Scotland&#39;s top medical man, a noted anti-drink campaigner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker began by placing a live, wriggling worm in a glass of whisky. After a moment or two it died and sank to the bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker said quietly to the audience, &quot;Now my friends, what does this tell us?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jock piped up, &quot;If you drink whisky you&#39;ll not be bothered by worms!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/892536333295191100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/892536333295191100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/892536333295191100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/892536333295191100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2012/01/saturday-morning-reflection-123.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #123'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-5196265052078055169</id><published>2012-01-07T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T04:30:21.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #122</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is...Saturday again. I am so glad that I am not working today. A day off does a body good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn&#39;t much to write about...the week has been slow and seems to have been filled with technical crap from work. Normally, I try to leave out the boring details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MARSHALL UNIVERSITY BASKETBALL team is having a THUNDEROUS start to the season. I am very impressed. I believe the team will be contending for the C-USA Title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of bikers were riding when they saw a woman about to jump off The Tampa Bay Bridge,so they stopped. The leader, a big burly man, gets off his bike and says, &quot;What are you doing?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&#39;m going to commit suicide,&quot; she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he didn&#39;t want to appear insensitive, he didn&#39;t want to miss an opportunity either,so he asked... &quot;Well, before you jump, why don&#39;t you give me a kiss?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she does... And it was a long, deep, lingering kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she&#39;s finished, the biker says, &quot;Wow! That was the best kiss I&#39;ve ever had!&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s a real talent you are wasting. You could be famous. Why in the world would&lt;br /&gt;you want to commit suicide?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;My parents don&#39;t like me dressing up like a girl........&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The authorities think she may have been pushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/5196265052078055169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/5196265052078055169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/5196265052078055169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/5196265052078055169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2012/01/saturday-morning-reflection-122.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #122'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-4576741794865525073</id><published>2011-12-31T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T04:37:56.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #121</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the last entry for 2011. I believe we should all take a moment to reflect on 2011 and be grateful for the blessings we received. There are many families out there that lost a member in the wars. There are many families out there that have had bouts with drug abuse and alcoholism. There are so many bad things that we should ALL look at the GOOD and be thankful. Perhaps 2012 will be the year that AMERICA returns to HER place as a leader of nations. Let AMERICA&#39;s people clearly state that they will no longer tolerate the STATUS QUO and require this NATIONS leaders to correct the intolerable conditions that have been inflicted upon the working class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many issues at hand that must be addressed and corrected. Perhaps, what should be said is that we should simply FOLLOW THE RULES. Should you commit a crime then justice should be swift and it should be handed out. Should you be here as an undocumented alien then you should be returned and forced to follow the process for legal entry. EBT,WIC,WELFARE,UNEMPLOYMENT COMPENSATION are not a way of life...These are measures put in place to temporarily assist you in maintaining your standard of living when there is a crisis in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, but I will not. This country is the greatest on Earth...I do however have one other issue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are in prison and do not comply with the orders of the Correction Officers, why do they do a cell extraction? When the prisoner gets hungry enough he will clean the poop off of the walls and then will comply with the orders...there is no need to send the Officers into harms way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter, at a New Year&#39;s party, turns to his friend, Ken, and asks for a cigarette. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;I thought you made a New Year&#39;s resolution to quit smoking,&#39; Ken responds. &#39;I&#39;m in the process of quitting,&#39; replies Peter with a grin. &#39;Right now, I am in the middle of phase one.&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Phase one?&#39; wonders Ken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Yeah,&#39; replied Peter, &#39;I&#39;ve quit buying.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/4576741794865525073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/4576741794865525073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/4576741794865525073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/4576741794865525073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2011/12/saturday-morning-reflection-121.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #121'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-7913130004639472373</id><published>2011-12-24T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T05:57:42.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #120</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this is the Christmas Blog. Merry Christmas to Everyone...even those of you I don&#39;t like...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation planning has begun. The days are already scheduled....now the plans are being developed as to where. Garden City, SC is one of the top lines on the list. I LOVE the area there. A couple of Florida destinations are also being considered. I am also pretty sure a quick trip to Lake Eerie will take place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...enough...MERRY CHRISTMAS to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nice dog. What&#39;s its name?&quot; I asked my friend&#39;s 10-year old son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Bob,&quot; he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;And what&#39;s your cat&#39;s name?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Bob.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, how do you keep them straight?&quot; I asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, one is Bob Cat and the other is Bob Barker,&quot; the boy answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Go ahead and tell him your rabbit&#39;s name,&quot; his father suggested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid smiled and said... &quot;Dennis Hopper.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/7913130004639472373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/7913130004639472373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/7913130004639472373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/7913130004639472373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2011/12/saturday-morning-reflection-120.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #120'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-1693456443835749608</id><published>2011-12-17T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T03:54:50.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #119</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s Saturday and Christmas is almost here. YEEHAW!!! This morning I awoke to the aroma of coffee. I was not the first one up. Of course, that means I didn&#39;t have to help feed the cats. The company is good, except she keeps laughing at my typing skills...:~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we start the Christmas parties. I believe we are eating at Jackie&#39;s sister&#39;s house. Everyone knows I never pass up a free meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old man goes to a diner every day for lunch. He always orders the soup du jour. One day the manager asks him how he liked his meal. The old man replies, in a thick acccent, &quot;Wass goot, but you could give a little more bread.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day the manager tells the waitress to give him four slices of bread. &quot;How was your meal, sir?&quot; the manager asks. &quot;Wass goot, but you could give a little more bread,&quot; comes the reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day the manager tells the waitress to give him eight slices of bread. &quot;How was your meal today, sir?&quot; the manager asks. &quot;Wass goot, but you could give a little more bread,&quot; comes the reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... the next day the manager tells the waitress to give him a whole loaf of bread with his soup. &quot;How was your meal, sir?&quot; the manager asks, when he comes to pay. &quot;Wass goot, but you could give just a little more bread,&quot; comes the reply once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager is now obsessed with seeing this customer say that he is satisfied with his meal, so he goes to the bakery, and orders a six-foot-long loaf of bread. When the man comes in as usual the next day, the waitress and the manager cut the loaf in half, butter the entire length of each half, and lay it out along the counter, right next to his bowl of soup. The old man sits down, and devours both his bowl of soup, and both halves of the six-foot-long loaf of bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager now thinks he will get the answer he is looking for, and when the old man comes up to pay for his meal, the manager asks in the usual way: &quot;How was your meal TODAY, sir?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man replies: &quot;It wass goot as usual, but I see you are back to giving only two slices of bread.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/1693456443835749608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/1693456443835749608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/1693456443835749608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/1693456443835749608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2011/12/saturday-morning-reflection-119.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #119'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-5674428796268495477</id><published>2011-12-10T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T05:48:40.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #118</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is upon us. I just want everyone to know...I only have one more present to pick up and I am done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee and company (as usual) is good. I am sure that this will be a fantastic weekend. I believe that there are some weekend plans in place. I think a quick road trip is happening...I look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is supposed to be a reflection. I was hoping I could get everyone to stop and reflect on the actual reason for this holiday. No, I don&#39;t mean the commercialized generic version of Happy Holidays. I mean MERRY CHRISTMAS. This is for those that believe as well as those that do not or might even be unsure. This holiday is about the celebration of the birth of Jesus. I am a believer and I will attempt to be strong with my faith. God bless us all.  MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six-year old Angie and her four-year old brother, Joel, were sitting together in church. Joel giggled, sang and talked out loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, his big sister had had enough. &quot;You&#39;re not supposed to talk out loud in church.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why? Who&#39;s going to stop me?&quot; Joel asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie pointed to the back of the church and said, &quot;See those two men standing by the door? They&#39;re hushers.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/5674428796268495477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/5674428796268495477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/5674428796268495477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/5674428796268495477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2011/12/saturday-morning-reflection-118.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #118'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-1018261175505882345</id><published>2011-12-03T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T05:34:08.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #117</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Saturday filled with the aroma of coffee and the pitter patter of little cat feet going from food dish to litter box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that there is frost on the ground...already.  Where did the summer go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late this evening or early on Sunday the location of where the MARSHALL UNIVERSITY THUNDERING HERD will play its BOWL GAME will be released. I can hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two buddies one with a Doberman Pinscher and the other with a Chihuahua. The guy with the Doberman Pinscher says to his friend, &quot;Let&#39;s go over to that restaurant and get something to eat.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy with the Chihuahua says, &quot;We can&#39;t go in there. We&#39;ve got dogs with us.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buddy with the Doberman Pinscher says, &quot;Just follow my lead.&quot; They walk over to the restaurant, the guy with the Doberman Pinscher puts on a pair of dark glasses, and he starts to walk in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bouncer at the door says, &quot;Sorry, mac, no pets allowed.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man with the Doberman Pinscher says, &quot;You don&#39;t understand. This is my seeing-eye dog.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bouncer says, &quot;A Doberman Pinscher?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, &quot;Yes, they&#39;re using them now, they&#39;re very good.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man at the door says, &quot;Come on in.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buddy with the Chihuahua figures, &quot;What the heck,&quot; so he puts on a pair of dark glasses and starts to walk in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the bouncer says, &quot;Sorry, pal, no pets allowed.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy with the Chihuahua says, &quot;You don&#39;t understand. This is my seeing-eye dog.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bouncer at the door says, &quot;A Chihuahua?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man with the Chihuahua says, &quot;A Chihuahua??? They gave me a Chihuahua?!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/1018261175505882345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/1018261175505882345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/1018261175505882345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/1018261175505882345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2011/12/saturday-morning-reflection-117.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #117'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-5871160472882611597</id><published>2011-11-26T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T14:51:27.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #116</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cold Saturday morning and here I sit with a hot cup of coffee. The company is good. I have perused the usual sites on the computer and must say that I am very PROUD of THE MARSHALL UNIVERSITY THUNDERING HERD BASKETBALL TEAM.  GO HERD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the football team will again play for the chance to become BOWL ELIGIBLE. I have watched the football team (and Doc Holliday) steadily improve. I am hoping for a win this year...Next year the Herd fans will demand it. No more being the door mat of Conference USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no big plans in place for the weekend. Stay warm and find some fun things to do. Wonder what that will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny attended a horse auction with his father, watching as his father moved from horse to horse, running his hands up and down the horse&#39;s legs, rump, and chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, Johnny asked, &quot;Dad, why are you doing that?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father replied, &quot;Because when I&#39;m buying horses, I have to make sure that they are healthy and in good shape before I buy.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking worried, Johnny said, &quot;Dad, I think the UPS guy wants to buy Mom!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/5871160472882611597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/5871160472882611597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/5871160472882611597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/5871160472882611597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2011/11/saturday-morning-reflection-116.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #116'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-4222327232396818057</id><published>2011-11-19T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T05:28:07.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #115</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Who ordered this cold weather...enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last monday I ended up with another week off work. I am going to try again to go back to work. I will have to say that a week off makes a world of difference. I don&#39;t think it will be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of coffee woke me this morning, Jackie was up before me. I am not sure what the plans are for today, but I am sure that we will not be going swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have to make a trip to Roane county. Maybe we can do that today. It looks like it might be a nice day for a drive (with the windows up and the heat on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fourth-grade teacher was giving her pupils a lesson in logic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Here is the situation,&quot; she said. &quot;A man is standing up in a boat in the middle of a river, fishing. He loses his balance, falls in, and begins splashing and yelling for help. His wife hears the commotion, knows he can&#39;t swim, and runs down to the bank. Why do you think she ran to the bank?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl raised her hand and asked, &quot;To draw out all his savings?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/4222327232396818057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/4222327232396818057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/4222327232396818057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/4222327232396818057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2011/11/saturday-morning-reflection-115.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #115'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-8718964363557426009</id><published>2011-11-12T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T04:36:59.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #114</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday again. Monday, I actually have to go back to work...I just spent 2 weeks off after having ULNAR NERVE TRANSPOSTION SURGERY. I think it might leave a scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is filled with baby sounds this morning as Miss Haleigh is here. I bet she wouldn&#39;t be so wound up if Maw Maw would quit giving her sips of coffee. See, even the baby likes my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie is here also and made brownies last night. I DID NOT give any to the baby for breakfast...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis...I know you are on the road...be safe and give me a call when you get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A school teacher injured his back and had to wear a plaster cast around the upper part of his body. It fit under his shirt and was not noticeable at all. On the first day of the term, still with the cast under his shirt, he found himself assigned to the toughest students in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking confidently into the rowdy classroom, he opened the window as wide as possible and then busied himself with desk work. The classroom became a bit unruly and he admonished them. This happened several times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he could do work at his desk, the strong breeze from the window made his tie flap annoyingly. He kept rearranging and rearranging the tie as the class raised it&#39;s level of unruliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, becoming disgusted with the wayward tie, he stood up and took a big stapler off his desk and stapled the tie to his chest in several places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discipline was not a problem from that day forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/8718964363557426009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/8718964363557426009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/8718964363557426009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/8718964363557426009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2011/11/saturday-morning-reflection-114.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #114'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-4478760781172739511</id><published>2011-11-05T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T05:01:20.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection #113</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really Saturday , again? Seems as if I haven&#39;t worked for a week. I know that there are several of you laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie and I are just hanging out and drinking coffee. I suppose we will make some plans before the weekend is over, but you never can tell. Sometimes it is nice to just hang out and do whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is very quiet this morning...even the cats are sleeping. Josie is doing her best to get the keyboard off my lap and take its place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back ten centuries ago, the Pope decided that all the Muslims had to leave Jerusalem. Naturally there was a big uproar from the Muslim community. So the Pope made a deal. He would have a religious debate with a member of the Muslim community. If the Muslim won the debate, all the Muslims could stay. If the Pope won, all the Muslims would have to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muslims realised that they had no choice. They looked around for a champion who could defend their faith, but no one wanted to volunteer. It was too risky. But they finally picked their representative, an old Mullah who unknowingly agreed without knowing what he was getting himself into. He agreed only on the condition that neither side be allowed to talk but communicate by miming. The pope agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the great debate came. The Mullah and the Pope sat opposite each other for a full minute before the Pope raised his hand and showed three fingers. The Mullah looked back at him and raised his middle finger.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope waved his fingers in a circle around his head. Mullah Nasruddin pointed to the ground and stamped his foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope pulled out a wafer and a glass of wine. Mullah pulled out an apple. The Pope stood up and said, &#39;I give up. This man is too good. The Muslims can stay.&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, the cardials were all around the Pope asking him what happened. The Pope said: &quot;First I held up three fingers to represent the Trinity. He responded by holding up one finger to remind me that there was still one God common to both our religions. Then I waved my finger around me to show him that God was all around us. He responded by pointing to the ground and stamping on it, showing that God was also right here with us. I pulled out the wine and the wafer to show that God absolves us from our sins. He pulled out an apple, reminding me of the first sin. He had an answer for everything. What could I do?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the Muslim community had crowded around the Mullah in total astonishmen. &quot;What happened?&quot; they asked. &quot;Well,&quot;said the Mullah, &quot;First he said to me that we Muslims had three days to leave Jerusalem. I told him up yours. Then he told me that this whole city would be cleared of Muslims. I said none of us leaving this land!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;And then?&quot; asked a woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;He took out his lunch and I took out mine,&quot; said the Mullah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/4478760781172739511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/4478760781172739511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/4478760781172739511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/4478760781172739511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2011/11/saturday-morning-reflection-113.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection #113'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1457482132141698173.post-2287982714042631252</id><published>2011-10-29T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T04:35:22.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Reflection  # 112</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mountainqueers have finally decided to abandon the sinking ship previously known as the BIG LEAST.  Mr. Luck has done a tremendous service to all of the actual college football fans in the state of WV.  Travel cost for mountainqueer fans will skyrocket.  Attendance at mountainqueer games will diminish.  Thank you Mr. Luck for another country Bill Stewart move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN....... ITS COLD OUTSIDE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the house, the company is good, the coffee is great, and the cats make way to much noise when they are licking their asses, better than an alarm clock.Jackie and I have been discussing the possibility of attending a college football bowl game.  I&#39;ve never been, but I would like to go.  GO HERD!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s a chuckle to start your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A new priest, born and raised in Texas, comes to serve in a city parish and is nervous about hearing confessions, so he asks the older priest to sit in on his sessions.The new priest hears a couple of confessions, then the old priest asks him to step out of the confessional for a few suggestions.The old priest suggests, &quot;Cross your arms over your chest, and rub your chin with one hand and try saying things like &#39;yes, I see,&#39; and &#39;yes, go on,&#39; and &#39;I understand.&#39;The new priest crosses his arms, rubs his chin with one hand and repeats all the suggested remarks to the old priest.The old priest says, &quot;Now, don&#39;t you think that&#39;s a little better than slapping your knee and saying, &quot;No shit, what happened next?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until the next time...please remember that I have to pay the bills</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/feeds/2287982714042631252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1457482132141698173/2287982714042631252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/2287982714042631252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1457482132141698173/posts/default/2287982714042631252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourneighborsrecords.blogspot.com/2011/10/saturday-morning-reflection-112.html' title='Saturday Morning Reflection  # 112'/><author><name>troy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15698018405059184214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>