visitin' the "p's"

yepperz, i thought this mornin' i'd share some "p" stories with ya.  one to make ya think, the other hopefully to make ya laugh (proceed with caution, coz ya could have an involuntary spewin' of beverage on yer beloved puter).

the 1st topic?  well, since it's Sunday after all would be one involvin' church and religious beliefs.  mind ya, i don't dabble in someone's beliefs - tis a personal choice.  don't care where ya pray, how ya pray nor who ya pray to.   i'm a Mother Earth person.

they had a segment on the albuquerque news a couple weeks ago.  the title was "packin' pistols at the pulpit".  yeppers, ya read that right!  preachers/pastors are totin' firearms, have armed security even.  there's at least 12 known of in that city.  yes, the congregations are all aware & are actually relieved!  one of the pastors whom they interviewed said somethin' along these lines (i suck at quotes, lol) :  i am a man of God, i do not fear.  BUT, God gave us all a brain.  he has no qualms with me protectin' His flock.

i find it very disturbin' that our society has gotten so outta hand that folks feel the need to haul firearms into a church, after all it's 'posed to be a sanctuary.  leave 'em in the truck... but oh wait!  that's not a good idea either.  i agree with this man and the others (he stated that there are pistol packin' pastors all over the country, and i believe 'im), they've the right to protect themselves, their property and the folks who come to worship in peace.  it brings back the ol' adage "if ya shoot me, i'll shoot ya back", and "eye fer an eye", "country justice", etc.  these demented folks who run around tryin' to kill masses of folks who've no part in their woes is horrendous.  yes, most places have surveillance cameras...well, perhaps that helps prosecute the nutbird, but doesn't save many lives now does it?


the 2nd topic?  why critters of course!   i've already told ya in a previous post that i thrive on their antics & actions daily.  they never cease to amaze & amuse, which brings me to mr. patches...

i'm out last eve feedin' the horses.  eyeballin' a storm brewin', winds howlin' about 25-30mph.  looks promisin', but so did the last.  as i come outta the barn to take whiskey pete & rocket man their hay, i notice that mr. patches (a black lab/english pointer cross, lovable lug) is sittin' in the midst of ladybug's corral.   in the mornin' when ya bring her feed, she must go drop some horse apples.  in the eve, she must empty her bladder.  why??  i've not a clue, she's been that way since a babe.  perhaps it's jest the timin'?

anyhow, i'm wallkin' outta the barn with 2 armloads of hay, eyein' the storm when i notice that he'd decided that the middle of her corral is a good spot to take a scratch.  in the meantime, she's gone up on the backside of it to do her pre-suppertime duty.  she squats, he's scratchin', winds blowin' purty steady & all of a sudden he jumps up startled - looks at me high tails it to the pasture.  starts rollin' like a mad man!  what the heck?  yepperz, mr patches was pee'd on in the pasture!!  not intentionally, mind ya.  these things do happen....

so today we've covered some of the "p's"

pistol packin' preachers at the pulpit

patches pee'd on in the pasture

hope one of 'em brought at the very least, a smile to yer face.  a chuckle to yer heart and a comfort to yer soul.