Here I am again. I was just thinking today that no matter how bad you think things are for you,they could be worse,and in fact things may not really be as bad as you think they are.And then I thought of this old song and decided to share it.

 

 

                                       Everything's Okay

 

I went to the country just the other day

To see my Uncle Bill and sorta pass the time away.

I asked him how he'd been since last I'd passed his way

He rubbed his chin,here's what he had to say.

 

"My wife's been sick,the young'uns,too

And I'm durn near down with the flu

The cow's gone dry and them hens won't lay

But, we're still  a'living so EVERYTHING'S okay.

 

The hogs took the cholera and they've all done died

The bees got mad and they left the hive

The weevils got the corn and the rain rotted the hay

But,we're still a'living so EVERYTHING'S okay.

 

The porch rotted down,that's more expense

The durned old mule,he tore down the fence

The mortgage is due and I can't pay

But we're still a'living so EVERYTHING'S okay.

 

The cow broke in the field and eat up the beans

The durn rabbits,they got the turnip greens

And my Ma-in-law just moved in to stay

But we're still a'living so EVERYTHING'S okay.

 

My land's so poor,so hard and "yeller"

You have to sit on a sack of fertilizer to raise an "umbreller"

And it rains out here nearly every day

But we're still a'living so EVERYTHING's okay.

 

The well's gone dry and I have to tote the water

Up from the spring,about a mile and a quarter

My helper,he quit,for the lack of pay

But we're still a'living so EVERYTHING'S okay.

 

The house it leaks,it needs a new top

When it rains,it wets everything we got

The chimney fell down,just yesterday

But we're still a'living so EVERYTHING'S okay.

 

The corn meal's gone and the meat's run out

Got nothing to kill to put in the smokehouse

The preacher's coming Sunday to spend the day

But we're still a'living so EVERYTHING'S okay.

 

The canned stuff's spoiled,else the jars got broke

And all we got left is one old Billy goat

We're gonna have a new baby about the first of May

But,we're still a'living so EVERYTHING'S okay.

 

My crop it rotted,in the ground

I asked for another loan but the banker turned me down

But.we're still a'living and we're praying for better days

So,after all, EVERYTHING'S in pretty good shape.

 

                                                                                         Hank Williams,Sr.

 

So when everything seems bad,just remember if you're still here to complain then you're still "a'living and EVERYTHING'S okay."

 

Joy to you all

Computers are a wonderful invention when they work.Lately,I have had computer problems.And when it wasn't working was when I found out how addicted I had become to it.Got a new computer and then had internet problems.Living on the backside of nowhere,we have to use satellite and it seems the slightest thing can knock it out.But it seems to be working for awhile now. And then there were real life things happening. I had a birthday.And when you are older than dirt like I am,the only good thing about a birthday is that,at least you are still alive.

We have had a really cooler than normal summer with very few over 100 degrees days.I am thinking we may have an early fall,but you never know.It could get hot and stay hot all the way through December,it has happened before.But as no one has put me in charge of the weather,yet, I just have to take what comes. I really didn't have anything to write about.I just get bored.

Here is another poem from cowboy poetry.

 

Have a good week,all.

 

 

                                  Red Meat

 

The sign says; "Now Serving Genuine Angus Beef.

One Hundred Percent Certified."

What I want to know is how they know

After they've peeled the hide.

No matter if it's Angus or Hereford

Or black bally, it's the same inside.

Even Charolais,Simmental and Limousin

Look alike when butchered and fried.

 

So the only thing you

can say for sure....

Despite the guarantee,

expressed or implied....

About that steak sitting

there on your plate

Is that the bovine that built

it died.

                                                                     Rod Miller

I think Fun Trivia has to be the best website in the world. It just has so many things to do. You can spend all day just wandering through the forums,chat boards,team message boards,class boards and blogs. If crosswords are your thing,you have hundreds to choose from. If it's quizzes you like there are thousands, then there are the hourly games ranging from easy to impossible. You can drive yourself crazy trying to reach immortal in the globals and/or trying to win the Impossible badge. You will even find games to play on the chat boards and in the forums. I see people who have been here for years without a single badge. And then some who have been here for less than two months who have reached high levels and won numerous badges and badgelets,including the Treasure badge.I don't know how you could get enough clues in less than two months to even locate the treasure.That takes a very talented person and one who is a very dedicated trivia player. I like all areas of the site myself and I think you get more for your money here than you ever could anyplace else. So I just want to say my ten gallon Stetson is off to Terry,the webmaster of the best website anywhere.Thanks,Terry.

While I am here I am just going to put a little cowboy poetry on. I like cowboy poetry and this poem is especially dear to my heart.

 

                                          Learnin' the Ropes

 

There are stories...must be thousands......

About cowboy roping tricks

About what they'll dab a loop on

When they're looking for some kicks.

 

Grizzly bears and mule deer,

Antelope,elk, and moose...

There's probably a cowboy somewhere

Who'll have claimed to rope a goose.

 

Well,I wouldn't be much of a roper

If I didn't have a story,too.

This one's about old Roy and me,

His horse,Jughead and my Old Blue.

 

We were up in the high Uintahs

Packing salt to the Muleshoe herd

When an old bobcat let loose with a scream....

The scariest sound I've heard.

 

The packtrain bolted in every direction...

Which is a lot worse than it sounds...

They were tied together head to tail,

So they jerked one another to the ground.

 

Jughead lunged,then bogged his head,

Roy lit on his nose in a heap.

All that commotion almost woke up Old Blue;

He snorted,then went back to sleep.

 

We danced around with the packhorses

Trying to set their loads to right,

While Roy steamed and stewed and screamed

And swore. He was really on the fight.

 

Where the hell's that bobcat?

Where'd he go? Roy hollered at me.

Why,Roy,he didn't go anywhere.

He's sitting right there in that tree.

 

Boy,tighten up them cinches,Roy says,

And build yourself a loop,

We'll rope that cat,head and heels,

He said,as he rode off with a whoop.

 

That bobcat,he just watched old Roy

From his leafy tree top bed.

Then dropped straight down as Roy

Circled around,and lit right on his head.

 

Jughead didn't like that one bit.

So he showed his belly to the sun.

Roy and the cat hit the ground together,

Him in a heap,the cat on the run.

 

Get after him! Roy hollered,

Get a loop around his neck!

I'll be right behind you,he said

As soon as I sort out this wreck.

 

Being young and dumb,I screwed down

My hat and laid the spurs to Old Blue..

Having been raised to pay attention

To what my elders told me to do.

 

Through the trees we flew on the run,

Moving aside limbs with my nose,

Jumping deadfall and dodging rocks

As the distance we attempted to close.

 

When the woods gave way to a meadow

I knew that cat was caught

He might could elude us in the trees,

But in open country,he could not.

 

My loop was singing as it was swinging

Oh,what a pretty sound;

Through the air it flew,straight and true,

And its target it soon found.

 

I jerked my slack and angled off;

Set that cat for Roy's ankle cast...

By the way,I didn't have to dally,

I prefer to rope hard and fast.

 

But Roy,he wasn't there for the throw,

He and Jughead were nowhere in sight,

Meanwhile,the bobcat was coming my way,

Climbing that rope and on the fight.

 

One again,I fed Old Blue the spurs

And it became a race.

Somehow,it seemed that cat got faster

Now that he controlled the chase.

 

On the third lap around the meadow

We finally passed old Roy,

Jerk him down,he hollered,

Climb off and hogtie him,boy!

 

His laughter rolled across the grass

And echoed off the trees

As he sat in the saddle and wiped his eyes,

Held his stomach and slapped his knees.

 

Well,since I'm here to tell you the story,

It ended;it don't matter much how.

Suffice it to say,my roping these days

Is limited to the species Cow.

 

That event was part of my education,

Its lesson you can easily deduce;

Catching a bobcat is easy to do.....

The hard part is turning it loose.

                                                           

                                                             Rod Miller

 

 

Happy Day,All and Happy Trivia                        

It has been noted that it has been rather quiet around the site. I blame Terry.He created all those new games and badges and I think that's where everyone is;chasing new badges.

We have warmed up here,finally,we are now in the 80's and I am glad.And we had a lot of rain,so that was good,too.

Other than that my life is just going on in its usual boring fashion.

 

                                  Just For Moms And Mothers

 

This is for all the mothers who froze their cabooses off on metal bleachers at soccer games so that when their kids asked,"Did you see my goal?" they could say,"Of course,I wouldn't have missed it for the world,"and mean it.

 

This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick children in their arms,wiping up barf laced with Oscar Meyer weiners and cherry Kool-aid saying,"It's okay,honey,Mommy's here."

 

This is for all the mothers of war torn countries who fled in the night and can't find their children.

 

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see and for the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.

 

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.

 

What makes a good mother anyway?Is it patience?Compassion?The ability to nurse a baby,cook dinner,and sew a button on a shirt,all at the same time?Or is it heart?

 

Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street,walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleeping at 2 a.m. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?Is it the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a school shooting,a fire,a car accident,a baby dying? I think so.

 

This is for reading "Goodnight.Moon" twice a night for a year.And then reading it again,"Just one more time."

 

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started to school and for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

 

For all the mothers who bit their lips(sometimes until they bled)when their 14 year olds dyed their hair green.

 

This is for all mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and diapers in their purse.

 

This is for mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

 

This is for all mothers whose heads automatically turn when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd,even though they know their own offspring are at home or are grown.

 

This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's graves.

 

This is for all the mothers whose children have gone astray and who can't find words to reach them.

 

This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation.And mature mothers learning to let go.

 

For working moms and stay-at-home moms.Single mothers and married mothers.Mothers with money and mothers without money.

 

This is for you,so hang in there.The world would be a terrible place without the love of mothers everywhere.

 

You make it a more civil,caring and safe place for the precious children in our world.

 

Home is what catches you when you fall....and we all fall.

 

                                                          Author Unknown

 

So to all mothers everywhere,Happy Mother's Day.

 

Have a great weekend.

                                                                                                 Joy to you all

I was wrong in my assumption yesterday that no lives were lost in the fires.In the small town of Sunset,three people did die.Practically the whole town was burned to the ground.And now today they have flood warnings for that area.Think good thoughts for all those people.

 

 

It is rewarding to find someone you like,but it is essential to like yourself.It is quickening to recognize that someone is a good and decent human being,but it is indispensable to view yourself as acceptable.It is a delight to discover people who are worthy of respect and admiration and love,but it is vital to believe yourself deserving of these things,

For you cannot live in someone else.You cannot find yourself in someone else.You cannot be given a life by someone else.Of all the people you will know in a lifetime,you are the only one you will never leave or lose.

To the question of your life,you are the only answer.To the problems of your life,you are the only solution.

                                                                         Jo Coudert

 

How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young,compassionate with the aged,sympathetic with the striving,and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these.

                                                  George Washington Carver

 

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us,we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice,solutions ,or cures,have chosen rather to share our pain,and touch our wounds,with a warm and tender hand,The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair and confusion,who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement,who can tolerate not knowing,not curing,not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

                                                           Henri Nouwen

 

Hope everyone enjoyed their weekend.

                                                                          Joy to you all