Sausage Advice!

"SAUSAGE ADVICE" Who needs a candle burning to make the house smell quaint and feel quaint when you got sausage searing. Have a sizzlin' day. Sometimes, we feel like we've been on the back burner too long or jumped out of the fire into the frying pan. Don't give up. Don't get burnt out. Keep cookin'. Sear-iously, I bet you sau-that-sage advice being cooked up right away! DUH LOL. Signed, The Sear-ious In The Humorous

Falls & Weights!

Early this morn, in the dark, I tripped over my weights and about fell on my face. I had not put them away in their place yesterday. Which got me thinking. A throbbing foot tends to get your brain going. A cup of coffee would have done the job more peacefully, but can't have it anyways. So, it got me thinking 'bout how we get tripped up in the dark. We clutter our lives with the things that weigh us down and don't put them away or in their place. The thing about a fall? It tends to make you look up. Once you're done being floored. On the bright side, it reminded me that today is Fall. Time to leaf all those most colorful weights fall off us and bare our souls so we can branch out. Have a be-hue-tiful first day of Fall. Signed, Floored-iduh Fall

BowKinKnee People, Mums & Roses!

"BowKinKnee People, Mums & Roses!" Some things carry more weight to those around us when we apply “an ounce” of quiet than a pound of announce. PIMP LOL. Announce a baby. An ounce of quiet about someone acting like a baby. Announce a talent. An ounce of quiet about your own. Announce thanksgiving, an ounce of quiet about your humbleness. Announce a gift received, an ounce of quiet about your giving. We don’t need to pound anything in. An ounce of quiet weighs more than a pound of announce. On God’s scales. His love is weigh louder than any horn I could blow. And carrues more weight than anyone. We all need balcony people. Others we trust, akin to. Who love to cheer us on, as well as bow their knees and pray! Bow-kin-knee people. Those who will get up high and get down low. And, God has the balcony of our hearts. From on high and down low. In us. And, sometimes, that’s gotta be enough. Cheers! Much obliged to you bowkinknees. When mums the word, you come out smelling like a rose. PIMP LOL. Photograph? From my garden. Artowrk from my photo editor. Signed, Fearing Not To Cheering A Lot

FACING THE MUSIC!

"FACING THE MUSIC!" When faced, last evening, with the decision to jam or shop for jam (and other groceries), we did not need to shop for the answer. With music, growth sure's easy. Growth-sure-ease beats groceries. Besides, we had soul food. Have a fun Sunday. Get ya some soul food. And, then some groceries. Don't put the cart before the um...hoarse. Shopper! Or, you might end up in it. PIMP LOL. What? We like to play our fingers and voices and hearts out! Give it all. Jam! Face the music. It makes these bread winners not loaf! And, makes our small portion of bread sweeter. Thankfulness...  Helps us face the music. Signed, The Vox With The Jokes Loves To Grow With The Flow

TODAY'S HOMEMADE HUMOR IN A NUTSHELL & STRAIGHT FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY OF SAL EEP & LEA BOR!"

"TODAY'S HOMEMADE HUMOR IN A NUTSHELL & STRAIGHT FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY OF SAL EEP & LEA BOR!" After 6 weeks of only 2 hours of sleep a night and waking up all night from stuff, I got reacquainted with a dear old friend last night. We hung out 'til 10 this morning. I was so tired, but with Sal Eep, one does not need words. He's got my back. He loves the quiet. He and I were designed by our Creator to be best friends. Being in his presence brings me healing. I sure need him for the rest of my life. Sal Eep, you don't have to stay 'til 10, but at least stay with me all night until 6 cuz it takes awhile to heal? Then, you can back to your sheep. Yes, my Sal Eep is a sheep herder AND sleep herder! PIMP LOL! We love Shepherds! They always tend their sheep loving and keeping the in line. Have a fun labor day. Thank you, God, for laboring to give us dear friends like Sal Eep AND Lea Bor. We should not be bored nor abhor Lea Bor nor forget Sal Eep They both need each other. And, we need both of them. BTW? All I'm doin' today besides music and cookin' hamburgs the old-fashioned way on the stove is vacuum up peanut shells and droppings from last night. Too much action from the Peanut Gallery ‘round here? PIMP LOL. Nah! Football in the dark. Leads to vacuuming in the light. Have a fun day. Heart doc appt. tomorrow and getting college books tonight. The rest is all um...rest! Signed, Labors To Sleep & Sleeps To Labor

Rhymes Without A Song!

“Rhymes Without A Song!” So, why do I have an antique baby powder blue snowflake gem sweater on in the middle of summer? Well, other than my Mom sent it to me this week and I love it and her, it just that sometimes, even when life heats up, we feel cold. In this case, physically cold. PIMP LOL. But, I mean in life. When it heats up? We can either be cold or warm. I choose to be warmhearted. Hence, the gem of a sweater, not to mention, thankfully adorning the spirit of God in me to keep the fires burning! Have a fun weekend, gems! What’s in you adorns you. And, adores you to God and others. But, that’s not saying you can’t have adornment on the outside to feel good and be you. Put forth your inner and outer gem. And, speaking of being you? That takes guts. Don't matta whatcha gots. But, matters whatcha guts. Making do in the middle of doo. Putting out without much to put in. Puttin'. Not poutin'. What I do and what I don't is why I won't. Give up. Having guts and no butts. About it. Have a fun weekend. No buts about it. Remember, we are each a unique snowflake of a person. We’ve each felt like we were a rhyme without a song. And speaking of just that? Here is us being just us, b.a.s.i.c.ally. Our new love song called “Rhymes Without A Song”. Stop by. It’s something that is NOT unique to any one of us, but all of us. We can all relate to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGetH2pzH84 Signed, What Occerd To Word Nerd

SHTICK SHIFTS & FLUID DRIVES!

“SHTICK SHIFTS & FLUID DRIVES!” Well, to speak fluid plain English, I just got rained on! Fluidly! Imagine that. In Florida. Both. PIMP LOL. Okay, so shifting from my shtick to the rest of the story. Was taking my evening walk early and, as usual, I always carry by big stick for safety and my big shtick for humor, and I stopped to check out this 1941 Chrysler with fluid drive when a sudden storm came upon me. Fortunately for me, the owners of this car were home and invited me in. After which I shared my life story in a short few moments and they shared theirs. You just never know what a storm will bring. New friends. New car? Nah. Not right now, at least. But, I can dream and hope. I so want this car. It is so me. Only $3,999.00 away from it being mine. Gotta sell some more CD’s. And, yes. I did have some of our band cards with me. You just never know when you might run into some other musicians needing a band or some music lovers needing new music. I had earlier run into someone else walking their dog and we got to talking about music and gave them a card. I always carry a couple when I walk. Walking keeps the fluids going and carrying cards keeps the music flowing fluidly and carrying by big shtick keeps the juices and humor flowing. Keeps me driven. Some day driving. But, I so wouldn’t mind having the fluids flowing in this car while I am behind the wheel. Just sayin’. Oh And, the storm ended up lasting over an hour and they finally took me home after offering the spare bedroom and a meal. It' still raining! I love storms. You just never know when you may have to use your shtick shift to keep your drive fluid! Signed, Just A Hick With Schtick

OVERBOARD!

So, after hearing some gossip, I've been thinking about how we try to hide a tear in an ocean. Or, hide an ocean in a tear. Either way? He seas. He knows the diff between man overboard and when we've gone overboard with our thoughts or words. Whether we cause the waves that take us overboard or just happen to be on that ship of fools being tossed about, He seas and cares. We have, within our power, when we hear gossip, to stir the pot or stir the heart. To assail or sail. If we pass on the hurtful gossip we stir the pot and become part of the crashing waves even if it shows the truth and rights us. If we are quiet, we can stir hearts by letting God work. The latter is most difficult. We all want to be righted and have others know the real truth. We all like that, right? But, being righted can't  always be within our rights lest we wrong others, too. It’s a lonely walk on that high road sometimes. And, we sure would love to take the low road for just enough time to be right. Cross over that bridge of troubled waters, but stop for just a sec, right? Instead? We should be sailing out on the ocean of a higher calling of God’s truth and letting His waves of calm seas be the balm of healing.  The calm and the balm wipes away the tears. Whether the high road or the high seas, He seas. Thankfully.  Lest we go overboard! We try so hard to hide our tears in an ocean and an ocean in our tears. But, He seas. Signed, Overboard & Under Adored