Happy Anniversary To Our Dear Half Paycheck!! Doing without? Does us good within!

Happy Anniversary, baby!  Well, it’s our 2 year anniversary! Of living on ½ a paycheck!  Whew!  I know!  You’re amazed and celebrating right along with us.  Cuz you’ve had tough times, too.  I know you're thinking how weird to celebrate this, right?  But, 'tis better to be cheery than weary.  Better for us and those around us, right?  So, we went from 2 nice paychecks to 1 and then to 1/2.  Has it been tuff?  Tuff enuff!  Our recreation budget IS our mortgage payment! PIMP LOL. Nuff said, right? Z’okay! We actually recreate and create in our home!  A lot of people pay big payments for homes that they rarely spend time in.  We have a smaller home, but spend a lot of time here.  Sure, wouldn’t mind having our full paychecks back and sell a few records to make living a little more livable, a little easier.  You know?  A big old house on the river or in the moutains with 3 stories and a huge porch with a swing. But we make do.  I always say: make money?  Need more.  Make do?  Need less.  More or less.  So anyways, I paid the mortgage payment and a few bills and I saw a $27 balance? Now, I could handle it 2 ways. #1: Whine for the next 2 weeks until another payday! Or option # 2: Celebrate! You know? Raise the roof? Cuz we had enuff to keep a roof over our head and a few $ for pizza a night or 2.  Yeauh! We don’t have a lot of $, but lots of laughs. All the way to the bank!  PIMP LOL TNT.  Kidding.  We are very thankful with more or with less…more or less…  Spend some time in your home…not just $.   SOME recreation and creation is still free.   Such as a little music, a little humor, a little hope...for next year.  Not the kind of hope we use today, like saying I wish.  But, the kind of hope that is certainty.  Certainty that we will persevere...in His strength!  So, raise the roof today about having a roof over your head.  Oh, and I realize that He put this on my heart today because, well?  I needed to hear it first.  Ouch! I betta take care of that envy!  PIMP LOL.  One more thing about 1/2 paychecks?  I have way more time not thinking about where and how to manage the other 1/2.  And, when we do start making more again, we can save it, share it or fix the house up or get our music out there.  Point is?  We have been learning that to do without?  Does us good within!  Oh, and stop by some of my other stories...and pages here.  Lots of 'em.   Some humor, hope and character...for every sort of character.   I am going to go look at my checkbook balance again.  I need to build some more character.       Trace

Stores & Purchases. How Does That Register?

After registering my daughter at school, we hit other registers. My main “target” to hit?  Was anywhere I could “pay less” or better yet? Pay only “penneys”? It was so “sears”ing hot out. Like hot “kohls” being heaped on us. Finally, we had all the “staples”, so we declared “marshall” law & rang the “bealls”. Time to go “home to de pot” of food”. Today was as slick as a “wet seal”! Spent more time…spent less money. Now, that?  Registers with me. Oh, and we ran into no characters that registered with us as questionable, so we found no use for our “mace”y. PIMP LOL.  And, I was still dizzy, but not up against the “wall green” with sickness. TNT LOL.  Thank you God for making my day count…making my day register! These little things add up in my book.  And, speaking of all these little things and purchases? I cannot forget the price He paid for our purchase.  Now, that registers, too. In His book.   See you there.            Trace

~---------~ Zipt Lipz, Oil Cans, Wagons And Grease

~---------~   What is that?  Zipt Lipz!  You know?  My lips are sealed?  Well, I was thinking this morning about feeling quiet lately.  Yes, even I do. Which got me thinking about how sometimes that is better.  I know that it's the squeaky wheel that seems to always get the grease because man hears with his ears. I don't like being squeaky. I'd rather try to roll my wagon along quietly. God hears the silent squeak with His heart.  And, knowing that He hears? That is what oils and greases my squeak, and quiets my wagon...umm...my soul.  Less friction with Him. OR, maybe, a better kind of friction. That’s the way I try to roll…my wagon. Hop on!  I hear the more weight you carry, the less squeak?  Oh! And, we can sometimes grease each other squeaks. Right?  Iron sharpens iron, but a squeak does not get rid of a squeak.  Some grease or an oil can does!!!  PIMP LOL. Just call me a little squirt! And, we can take turns pulling the wagon, right?  It can get heavy. That silent squeak you didn’t just hear? He did. Now, that?  Carries a lot of weight with me.   And, there is a right time to speak up...but not in a squeaking voice.  Right?  PIMP LOL. One more thought about grease or oil?  Well, it ain't pretty but it is so useful.  Sometimes, we don't get to do the pretty stuff.  But, we can help the squeaky wheel.   We can make it squeak more or we can grease it.  I'm all game for slapping some grease on that squeak!  TNT LOL.  Well, am I right?  And, one more thought?  All wheels have been known to squeak at some point in their rolling, rolling, rolling.  Hope your day is without squeaks.  But!  Don't forget your little squirt or grease!  You'd be amazed what you hear in a little quiet...     Trace

Chapstick For Dem Dry Lips and Slapstick For Dem Dry Bones! One For Cracking Lips, One For Cracking Up

So, my daughter and her friend and I were on line customizing laptops and just dreaming! We had some questions so we decided to chat.  After trying to talk to an "outsourced" tech for quite awhile (you know who I mean? "Cuss"tomer service), I was about to "cuss"tomize. PIMP LOL.  I asked him, ”So, can this PC convert to a writing pad w/stylus”? He says, with “Dell” accent, “Yes, I agrrree. It’s sleek! Verrddy stylus model...verrddy”! What? He should change his hair stylus because the perm he got was too way too tight. What? I didn’t really say that to  him.  Just thinking it!  You know my mind?  Always on and little off?  So, I joked back with him and made him laugh.  Frustrated with someone? ‘tis better to humor than hammer.  Be stylus!  It’s un”cuss”tomary!  You know it might not the in thing to be nice and funny when it’s easier to be mean, but’s it stylish, or I mean stylus, to me.  It’s “cuss”tomary to be mean these days. My thoughts on how healing laughter and humor can be? I say: “The slapstick that glides off your lips is as healing as the chapstick that glides on the lips.”  One you roll on and the other makes you roll over.  PIMP LOL TNT.  I know?  I'm on a roll.  If God says it’s medicine for the bones, that's good enough for me and I’m swallowing that dose regularly.  Even if I ain't regular! PIMP LOL.  Cuz I don’t know about you, but my bones need medicine! Chapstick for dry lips…slapstick for dry bones. .  Both healing balms.  Both heaven sent?  To be applied often.  One is for cracking lips and the other one is for cracking up!  So thankful God gave us humor…  Sometimes, we def need the hammer.  But, I sure am glad He gave us humor, right?  Have a most stylus day!   Crack somebody up.  Maybe even yourself.   Smiling and laughter!  Proceed with caution.  If you are not used to it?  You will def need chapstick...with the slapstick!   What?  Not a crack from you, eh?   Consider yourself hammered...   And, humored!  As always, click on the photos for ummm...the bigger picture and stop by some other short stories here.     Trace

Meeting Mr. Mower And Going Gnatty? Revved Up, Self-Propelled Or Need A Push?

This morning I woke up and decided to try to get outside and clear my head by doing some yard work. I was having one of those “wearing my feelings on my sleeves” kind of week.  You know?  Being sensitive.  It's a blessing and a curse.  Feelings?  Ugh!  Well, I was determined to leave them inside because I wear them on my sleeves and this is definitely a sleeve-less tank top kind of hot day in Florida. See ya feelings! So, I thought I would leave a note on the table to my teenage daughter, Garnet Rose, who was still sleeping. Here is what I wrote: That strange sound you are awakening to? Yeauh! That's your mom and Mr. Mower...revving up your day! Would you like to get to know him? He's a pretty sharp guy! And, he's a gas! Though, he does need to be pushed a bit. One bad habit? He goes through grass and weed like crazy. PIMP LOL. Just yanking your chain, too! Have a self propelling day! So, later after she woke up? We laughed, right? Yep! And, I had to come in earlier than I wanted to. Not just because I felt like I was going to have a heart attack…I can push on through a little wimpy-ness. No. It was those darn gnats! The gnats were so bad outside? How bad were they? They were so bad that I went “gnatty”! And, that’s just a step up from batty. Had to keep slapping myself because of those freakin’ gnats. I hit myself so hard, I about knocked myself out. So, right then? This car stops and the guy says, “You okay? You need help?" Well, that is questionable, but I said NO! He thought I was having a seizure or Tourettes or something. He was a neighbor and knew I had been ill for years, but didn’t know the details. I told him, while slapping myself, “it's the gnats...really…” Trying to convince him I was OK. Told him I’m just slapping myself silly because they are driving me...ummm...gnatty? He laughed & drove on...rather quickly, I must say! If you ever feel the need to slap me? Hold back!  I have met my quota for my lifetime...in one day. Hope you have an un-gnatty day! Oh, and I introduced my daughter to Mr. Broom since she didn’t get a chance to reacquaint herself with Mr. Mower. Had to put him away. Too much grass you know? He’s always carrying a bag on his back. But, that’s another friend. Mr. Bagger. PIMP LOL. So, I gave her Mr. Broom. She swept him off his feet. Good thing because otherwise I would have had to introduce her to Mrs. Broom. That’s me if I have to get witchy and get after her to work. PIMP LOL. Just kidding. I never get witchy. Although, today? When I was outside? I was………melting………melting…… (imagine this in a witchy voice)! Just a little bit of humor for your week...and for your weak!  But, you know what? I am so glad that I am joking about drugs instead of drugs making a joke out of me, right? I know that’s right!!! Been there!  Oh, and if you need to talk? You can email me here or at our other website (basicband.biz). I’ll walk a mile with you. And, I’ll give you the shirt off my back. But, I must warn you? The sleeves will def be worn out! Cuz that’s where I wear my feelings. On my sleeves, right above my fingerless gloves. PIMP LOL. And, you know what? Feelings are okay.  God made us with emotions, intellect, spirit, body…all working together. Just, sometimes we get out of balance and need some quiet time to listen to His voice. Have a fun week.  Propel yourself into everything you do.  Be a gas to someone.  We all have times where we need revved up or need a push to get us going.  And, sometimes?  We get too self-propelled.  Oh, it's a good thing.  I'm like that.  But, we need to get propelled by God, too.  Most important?  Turn off the mower.  Throw a little quiet time in.   So you can hear what He has to say.     Shhhh………   Trace

You Can Stomach Anything If You Have G.U.T.S. (God Understands Tracy's Spirit)

  

So! Grab a cup of coffee or sumpin’ and relax! I gotta a lil’ sumpin’ diff’rent here. Been asked to give a brief story with some humor about what happened to me (healthwise), hopefully to inspire someone. And, maybe to help me sort things out. So, I guess it’s time… My articles are usually a small paragraph my style of authentic humor and hope, but I’m warning you… Its a lil' longer!  Still authentic! Just authentically longer! Forgive me ahead of time. K? So, I’m forgiven and you’re still reading. And, if you’re not reading? Well, then? I forgive you! PIMPLOL.  Alright, here we go.  Here’s a lil’ bit about myself… my life. Just a small piece. It’ll give you a little glimpse into my home-made humor and hope, and our music, b.a.s.i.c.ally! I tied just a small part of my story with the happenings of my morning. Here goes: So, its summatime and it’s hot. And you know we gotta get our cool on! In every way, right? So, I keep a little snowman figurine at my desk in our music room to remind me of these 3 things. Number 1: to keep cool when it’s hot out. Number 2: to keep my cool when it’s hot inside me. And, Number Last: to just be ultra cool always. My definition of ultra cool is being kind and loving to everyone… always…no matter how we or they feel. Cool, but not icy! Sounds uncool, doesn't it?  I this day and age, but that is what cool is to me!  So, on with the story today. So, what job can you have continuous pressure, totally hose it, be kinky and still end up being cool? Yep!  An A.C. Repairman!  Fixing the Air Conditioning clog/backup in your overflow/bleach port and tubing! The water from the AC was backing up and pouring out in our garage.  So, after some thought and prayer involving our bank account, I didn't call the AC Repairman.  I became an AC repairman and I got to work.  I grabbed the hose, kinked it! Gave it some pressure…repeated about 10 times until all the gunk came out outside. Drilled new holes and new screws in the filter door where everything was being sucked in over a period of time. Hmmm…sounds kind of like our lives, if we don’t keep them maintained. Oops!  That's a whole nutha blog. But, anyway, now, I am cool! Inside, outside and all around. Epically cool! PIMP LOL. Feels good to save money and do-it- yourself! You know the drill! We can figure anything out with just a bit of prayer and perseverance and hard work...and a drill!  Ha ha!  You know?  The right tools! And, lastly, thank God the outside unit has a high-pressure reset switch. Just hit that and it comes back on when things build up. I’ll be using that in the future, I am sure. Don’t you wish we had a button like that on us? Oh, and the photo of the snowman figurine? Well, it has a boot in it, too, that looks just like the boots I live in most of the time. Kind of like the fingerless gloves. My boots and gloves are a part of me and my story. Anyways, the boot figurine is my reminder to always get up and get my boots on first thing in the morning and kick butt at everything… NO matter how bad things are.  Or good, for that matter.  Cuz, we sure do tend to forget about God when things get good. Am I right?  So, there was a time in my life when I couldn’t even get up and get dressed. Wasn’t expected to live. And, this was the second time through this.  Though, the first was easier because it was local and I had so many church family and my family around to care for me round the clock for months.  Even had all the kids from church come up and decorate the walls of my room and my pastor sing and play guitar for me.  This time?  Tougher.  The Dr.’s thought I had pancreatic cancer to make a long, tragic story short and un-tragic. They found a rare disease that caused my proton pumps to make 100's ot times too much acid.  They had to cut the nerves to my stomach from my brain (Vagus nerve) and had to do a cancer surgery to remove most of my stomach and many other parts. From there, organ problems, eyes and ears were affected severely, as well as liver, kidneys and much more. I even lost half of one nostril.  Yep!  More painful than all the surgeries. But, that is a whole nutha story.  If you feel nosey, ask me about it!  PIMP LOL. Or read the comments below after this story.  The whole nose story is there.  Ask me, too. I'll show you. One thing good about not having half a nostril?  It's easier not to blow it?  PIMP LOL.  Anyway, it was terrible being so far away in Tampa. Being apart from my little girl and family and friends. Too far for anyone to travel. I was in the Trauma Ward, so…yeauh… traumatic. I know where they got the name!  PIMPLOL.  After that I was scarred for life...and not just the ones from the surgery!!!  Then, the Team of Specialists  said that I would probably never be able to sing again. I know that doesn’t seem important in the grand scheme of the dying thing, but I had to ask that question. Even though I had seziures and a mini-stroke, I still knew deep down inside that I was a singer/musician. Well, since we are musicians and write and record music to share, we decided to give away hundreds of our first CD during those weeks and months in the hospital. Just had to share the music God had given us. Didn’t know if I ever would be home to share It “live”. They let me go home for a weekend and get my affairs in order. I got rid of 28 large bags of my things that I thought would overwhelm my family. Tough stuff. Well, I made it thought the surgeries and it was, and is, a battle. Seizures, blood transfusions, and other complications like memory loss! I won’t list all the, what I call “die-lights”, instead of “highlights” of my health. Because most of them are hard to go back over still. And, I don’t want you to stop reading the rest of my story. You know? Too wordy? Too yucky? TMI?  Hope you continue on. One thing I will share...I had many experieces during this time of fear, alone-ness, but also of faith.  I wrote several songs that were filled with many emotions.  During the day, I would drag myself and the machines I was hooked to around the trauma ward so I didn't go nuts.  And, at night?  I would cry out to God to hold me with His spiritual arms.  And, on one particular night, I screamed out at the top of my lungs for Him to come in person and hold me.  Yep!  I sure did.  Had many emotions during that time and when I came home.  Everyone was afraid of me...  So, anyway, I spent a long period of time waiting to die and wanting to live. On machines and way too much medication. I can't believe I ever like doing drugs and drinking.  Because after all this medicine making me so whack, I hated it.  I wanted my mind back and my spirit...let alone the body, right?  Two years later, when I finally got HOPELESS ENOUGH TO BE HOPEFUL, right? Desperate enough to be desperate for God…and nothing else. I made a rash, but wise decision to get off all the meds. I wasn’t living anyways. Wow! Tough stuff. I had gotten so addicted to the medicines that were supposedly keeping me alive…that I couldn’t find God anymore. And, guess what? He wasn’t hiding… Some of the doctors turned me away because I wouldn’t take all the meds. Now, I realize some of you have to take the medicines you are given. Not against all presciption drugs. Just alot of it for me.  I am a unique case because I don’t have a stomach to break down all the foods and pills. And, everything make me wacky and my sugar hard to control. But, I had to quit! It was a faith and a “know-in-my-gut” kind of thing. Whoops! Hope I’m not hard to stomach. Don’t worry. It won’t be that much longer. So, yes, it was horrible and the hardest thing I have ever done up to now… But, I knew it was right and I kept on. I could barely move and was so alone but I would force myself to shower and put my boots on immediately! Of course, after getting dressed, first. And, brushing my teeth.  Even that was like running a marathon. It was very difficult at first and I didn’t feel like it at all. The medicines had given me what I called a "pill will".  Just give me a pill and I will!  Without them?  I had to learn everything all over again and I had a whole different body and mind and spirit. Well, the boots were my first step and they take a lot of work to get them on and strapped up. So, once they are on? They’re on to stay! So, after saying all that, the boots were, and are, my symbol of strength and determination and perseverance and encouragement for a very rough time. Still are. And, yes! I still have very trying days…so I keep trying! PIMP LOL. But, now, I have glimpses of impossibles becoming possibles in my life. Funny, the things God can use and the people He chooses. Yes, I still have those days…still have those boots. The difference? Hope! Oh, and the fact that they are very worn out! But, I can’t part with them. I need new soles for them…but, not me. My soul is God’s! Thankfully. It may be old, but it’s His. And, you know, time and doing something right over and over again? When you don’t want to? Really does work. Sounds cliché’, but I mean it. I had to reprogram my mind and body in His strength. Still do. It’s a life-time process. They call it living! So, I’m cool with that! Right? After all, this story did start out to be about keeping our cool and being cool and all that! You cool with that? Hope so! Have a kick butt kind of day. Consider yourself encouraged! Go be cool to someone! Thanks for letting me share part of my heart and soul. Those are two things I still have! Oh, and I may not have a stomach, but I have a lot of guts! PIMP LOL. I have no complaints, or at least I try not to whine too much. The good news is He knows my heart and sometimes, that’s the bad news, right? But! That’s when I go back to the Good News. Right? I am very thankful to be here with you guys… There is a lot more to my life story before and after I got sick, to be sure. Like everyone else? Good and bad. Another day I’ll write on those highlights as they come back to me: things like working at the Space Center, being in a Mexican jail, Children’s Church Teacher, being shot at, drugs and alcohol, racing cars…yep! Just about anything you can imagine. As memories come, I’ll write. For now? I’m cool with life and the bits and pieces of memories I have. Cuz, there’s no reason to get hot about it! PIMP LOL. I mean, I would like to be healthier and “normal”, but I am normal for me…unique and a whole me.  I'm alive.  Plus, I am singing again…which they never thought would be. That is the place where I am normal, or at least, totally whole. My safe place where I can let go and let God. When I sing, I am free there…completely healthy and pain free and in His presence both in me and around me. At the same time. Wow!  Pretty cool! Everywhere. Sounds kind of like heaven. I can be sick and read to give up, but I know that when I step up to sing, He is my complete strength.  It’s as natural as breathing, yet as supernatural as faith. I call it decorating music, but really? It is the music and God that's decorating me! I call everything decorating. Like God did with us and the whole earth and heavens. Decorated! I love decorating homes, yards, hair, paper, videos, humor, writing, anything. The decorating zone is for me. I can’t remember much about my life. Memories and experience help us to walk in faith. I don’t have a lot of that, but! I know things in my soul… Things that only He could put there in my mind and heart. So, I go on those things…faith things. My memories and life experiences before 2007 are jumbled and cloudy and hidden. My life is a huge challenge every day! But, then, whose isn’t? Right? Everyone has their story and things to deal with.  Where faith has to be enough. Who knows what’s possible! God does! And, you know what? Anything is! Chase after Him to find out. He’ll let you catch Him. Now, I gotta throw in a joke or two.  One of my fav scriptures that I paraphrased to “Godfatha” translation is summed up this way: The God fatha discusses God the Fatha and sneezing: You's guys know why you's hear “atchoo” when someone sneezes? It’s a warning! There'll be somethin' coming “atchoo” if they don’t cova their mouth! Am I right? No matta what is comin' “atchoo”, God is “witchoo”, so who can be “againstchoo”? So, if you blow it, rememba the whole “atchoo” thing! If you really blow it? Getchoo a tissue!  Atchoo! Bless you's guys! TNT LOL. My other favorite saying for myself to remind me to keep going and trust in Him? "Be occupied with living… preoccupied with God." Thanks for reading and being part of my life. That’s my story and I’m sticking with it. Or, at least, part of the story. Hope you could stomach it! Now, go be gutsy! PIMP LOL. Oh, and the thought behind all the photos of me singing? Well, "impossibles happen". Simple as that! One photo is of my snowman and boot. Another is of my fav boots, gloves, hat! One photo of me singing, I did with fabric to show music being part of the fabric of my life. Another, is part of a tree and the bark is peeling away as I sing. Well, you get the idea. Walk a mile in my shoes, err...ummm...boots...and that whole thing. Thanks for walking a mile and more with me today...in my boots.   I appreciate you taking time to come along on my journey.  It's been a joy walking and talking.  Remember my title of this story?  You Can Stomach Anything If You Have Guts?  Right?  My guts?  Well, yes, I have to be hard working and persevere and walk in faith, but my GUTS stands for this: God Understand Tracy's Spirit!  He knows me.  Knowing that?  Makes me strong.  Makes me want to know God.  Father, Son and Holy Spirit.  That is my strength, GUTS!   Hope someone is encouraged.   Remember?  Some days are trying, so keep trying...  Oh, and as someone said in a comment from this article when I first posted it up?  I am eccentric, electric, ecclectic, ecliptic and epileptic. Oh, and evangelistic! PIMP LOL TNT!  I guess!   You can see the exact comment under this article.      Always a pleasure...and privilege.   I did think of one more thing as I edited this again and added the part about my nose.  As I looked at all my scars, I was reminded how far I had come.  I think that is why we have them.  To remember...and learn.     Trace

All That And A Bag Of Chips Off The Old Flock

So, it's Friday, and I woke up with bags under my eyes… With no chips in them. What? PIMP LOL. Have a fun day cuz you are all that and a bag of chips.  Even if your bag seems empty today.  Keep chipping away.  Never give up.  When the chips are down, He is always there. Just in case, you feel the same? Here’s the bag of chips!  And remember? When you’re in a crunch or when the chips are down or life has lost its flavor? I’m good for a bag of chips, a bag of laughs, a bag of love and “all that” stuff! And, He is, even more...  So, am I chipping away at your frown right now?  Hope so.  I am mine.  One more chip story and humor.  Cuz I want to keep this article short and sweet.  Just like our relationship with a bag of chips.  Especially my fav chips.  Masterpiece!  Anyway, this is my "Chips and Music ♫” story.  I love alliterations and puns and all that stuff.  I am going to try to use a few music terms in this one. See how many you can find.  Tell me more. Here goes:  So, I eat chips for presto potassium to sustain me. Cuz, I already have enough vibratos. When I come off stage from singing, I need to get chips to accompany my shakes, you know? My other vibratos!  PIMP LOL.  But, on this day?  My chips were gone!  I looked all around and thought to myself that someone was must have been hungrier than me and needed them.  Then, I prayed to calm the vibratos. Duh! Church?  Found out later? My girl had placed them in her backpack. She said she’s just like me.  You know, Mom? Always going around cleaning up and putting everything away before people are done.  A chip off the old block.  Or, since we were church? A chip off the old flock!  I told her she was "all that and a bag of chips" and a "chip off the old flock".  A bag of chips off the old flock. PIMP LOL. K.  You know what I mean.  Remember, when the chips are down, pray!  And, if the chips are full?  Share!   On that note?   I have a few of my "Musician's Business Rules" to share with you.  You know?  For when the chips are down!  And, so the bag stays full!  And, yes!  I'm full...of sumpin'!  Here goes:

Musician Business Rules:

  1. Never let anyone string us along!
  2. Always drum up new business!
  3. Don’t get played like a fiddle!
  4. Don’t let riffs come between us…harmony rules!
  5. Be in tune with the customer!
  6. Keep good records and notes ♫♫!
  7. Key to success? Simple as A B C or D E F & G!
  8. Have major fun! Flat out!
  9. Don’t be sharp with anyone..'cept your clothes!
10. It’s okay to be cheap…with your sunglasses!

Remember!  You're all that and a bag of chips.  He says so!!  That's good enough for me.   C  you!   Trace

Being A Cad Or A Caddy? A Heel Or A Hand!

A lil' golf humor, hopefully! You need to laugh?  Join the club! It has been raining for the last two weeks on and off…after such a long, dry spell.  I love it.  My yard looks like the green on a golf course compared to the desert sand trap it was last month.  So, I was out on the “green” “putt”ering around, but I had to go in for some relief. No!  Not because of a “wedge”-y! PIMP LOL.  Because of the “hedge”y.  You heard me wrong!  I heard that!  I was getting blisters from trimming the hedge and needed gloves!  You guys!!  “Cut” it out!  Oh, and, then I had to put them all in the “chip”-per.  Anyway, whatever course you set out on this week?  Have fun! You can be a winner even if you aren’t first. That’s par for the course!  How “iron”ic.  Bye, bye “birdie”.  Soar like an “eagle”! And all that golf terminology.  Now, go have a swing at life!  Before I put a hole in one…of ya!   Oh, and don’t be a “cad” to anyone! You know?  A heel.  Be a caddy…and give a hand ... not a heel!  PIMP LOL.  Carry someone’s clubs today!  Take a swing at moral support.  Encourage.  Now, that’s being a winner!  Oh, and by the way?  Yes!  Love golf!   On the green...and in the trenches!   We each decide whether we want to be a cad or caddy.  When we're on the green...or in the trenches.  Oh, and one last thing?  I know some of you know alot more golf terms.  Tell me some.  And, also, tell me...  Anybody know when golf started?  Check out the second photos.  Just click to get the...ummm...bigger picture and you'll see how far it goes back.  The writing is on the wall.  PIMP LOL.   You've heard of the song "Walk Like An Eqyptian"?  Well, the photo?  "Golf Like An Eqyptian"!  Here's some more dirt about dirt! I was edging yesterday.  Edger broke.  1 edger out, 1 shovel in.  I forgot how well a sharp shovel can edge the sidewalks. And, I only had a few sparks fly from metal hitting pavement, too. What? I was flyin' after I got the rythym. Have a fun day! Hit the pavement and let the sparks fly!  And, when life gets edgy, start shoveling.  When life gets dirty, improvise. Sometimes you gotta get dirty to say grounded.  Just thought I’d shovel some good dirt at ya! PIMP LOL!  Oh, and one more thought about being in the trenches...   When someone’s deep in trouble? Are you runnin’ your feet…to them? Or runnin’ your mouth…about them? God gave us two feet & one mouth. To talk less & serve more. To run deep or run shallow. You know? To run to someone’s side or run your mouth about their bad side (we all got ‘em). And, by the way? Two knees, too! See you in the trenches. Throwing dirt? Shallow. Getting a little dirty to stay grounded? Especially the hands & knees? Deep! Run deep! Trace