Okay, so I started this post two days ago...

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Yep!  Two days ago, I finally got two minutes to rub together to start telling y'all about all the important junk going on here at Andy's Place.


And, it's REAL IMPORTANT junk, too.  REALLY!


So, I started this post.  But the junky team of oxen we call  life just kept dropping turds...and I've managed to hit every one in the pasture.  Obviously.


Work junk:  In those two days off I've been called in to work on short notice, because my boss is suffering from the influenza deal.  Man...I'm glad I broke down and got the influenza shot.  I'm feeling fine, and it feels good to be able to step in and help.  Even though I'm technically "new" on the job, there are others that are "way new," and it feels really good to be able to help them along.  Really good.  In a lot of ways it's like the blind leading the blind, but it is kind of cool to sort of feel your way along with some young folks with high hopes.  So, it's all good.


Personal junk:  I decided NOT to unload all the junk on y'all, but since y'all are my friends I think I should tell y'all a little bit.  A few days before Thanksgiving, one of my adult sons experienced quite a traumatic event in his still young life.  It caused great pain to him, and to many others.  There were many hours (day and night) that required parental love.  Heck, that's what we're here for, huh?  I mean, they didn't ask to be born after all.

Said son is still not out of the basement yet, and likely will not be for a good long while.  But, he's climbing up the stairs, however slowly.


Eldest son was scheduled to deploy to Iraq on Dec. 12.  (I had told y'all about that, and so much appreciate all of y'all's prayers for the man).  In a very odd way I was excited about that.  And he was, too.  He had been through some intensive training at Ft. Bragg getting ready for his chance to really get in the mix and make a difference.


Months of man-hours, and no telling how many taxpayer dollars went in to getting him ready.  But he did not deploy.  Nope!  He's back in Omaha, Nebraska.  His miserable, worthless, black hole of a (yes...still) wife decided to throw a shoe just a few days before his deployment, and he got sent back to Offutt to "get this taken care of."  It's too long a story to tell y'all, but a lot of y'all know the details already anyway.  Suffice it to say that it's his own dang fault for not closing the books on the witch years ago.  He's lucky to be so dang smart, and have the skills he does...or he'd be out on the street right now...the AF has gone MORE than the extra mile with him. ( I mean, with his wife...but with him, too, because he hasn't dumped the miserable waste of oxygen yet).  I mean, it's like a very bad Saturday Night Live episode of "The Thing That Wouldn't Leave."


Hopefully, her last attempt at making miserable, and ruining everyone that ever gave a damn about her will result in some VERY good in the long run.  We'll see.


Anyway...I've got a couple of sons really "hurting."  And, when the chirrens hurt, Mom and Dad do, too.  So, it's been a very trying time around here.


Hey!  Lookit...

Since I am finally, REALLY, REALLY "OFF" for a day, I got my The G-Mail Box cleaned out for the first time since I've had it.  I didn't reply to every one of the 87 computer letters still in there, but I did finally wade through and get down to zip.  (And, that The G-Mail box gets junk forwarded from my personal e-mail, my business e-mail, my Daddy's business e-mail, my blog e-mail address, too...got 'er all cleaned out!)


I'm good.


I saved a bunch of good pictures, and cartoons, and jokes.  Sorry if I didn't reply to yours.  Nothing personal...trust me.  But, look for them to appear on a blog near you.


Soon.


Kinda' like now:

I don't really remember right now who sent me that one, but I think it was Dr. Jill.


Speakin' of...I got my FIRST Christmas package in the mail the other day from anybody.  Yep!  Dr. Jill dun sont me a package by the United States Postal Service. 


I was excited.


Last year, she sent me a hand-knitted afghan that she hand-made with LSU Tiger colors!


Well, I was excited as all get-out when her 2010 Christmas present arrived via the United States Postal Service. 


This was it:

Yep!  Some individually wrapped butter mints, wrapped in Klan packaging.  Thanks, Dr. Jill!

At least you put out the effort (unlike all 12 of the rest of y'all, whom I have not received nothin' from yet).


 And, this computer letter here came from Cowdad.  I really shouldn't post it.

WHAT DO PEOPLE FEAR MOST ?

Two magazines, Country Living (95.99% white readership) and Ebony /Jet (99.99% black readership) did surveys on "WHAT DO PEOPLE FEAR MOST?"

The results were interesting, to say the least...

Country Living magazine's top three answers were:

1. Nuclear war/terrorist attack in U.S
2. Child/spouse dying
3. Terminal illness


Ebony / Jet magazine's top three answers were:

1. Ghosts
2. Dogs
3. Registered mail

 Indeed it is!  Be ashamed, Cowdad...

Well, I'm trying to think of anything else important to tell y'all about, but I think that's about it.  

Oh yeah...The Mrs. made up two recipes of "Sugared Pecans," and "Cajun Spiced Pecans."  We're sending a package of each to Dr. Jill, and to Patrick Conlon in Oregon (Pam has a crush on him...because he raises chickens, I think).


Well, that's about it.


Merry Christmas.

Oh, wait a minute.  I've had this other picture of a "Bacon Nativity" deal that I didn't know whether it was sacrilegious  (heck, I'm gonna quit trying to spell that word...I've tried 6 times now and the red line is still under it, so figure it out) or not.

I can't remember who sent it to me, but if you did,  you're probably going to hell when you die.  Probably not.


And, let's see what else I need to show y'all that I have saved on the Desktop.  Hang on...


Hang on...


Nope!  That's about it.