God gave us all brains
Think he expects us to use them?
BOY! My Mom sure did
My Grandma used to tell the joke about the boy who picked up a red-hot horse shoe.
He dropped it real quick and the blacksmith said, “Burned you didn’t it?”
Boy looked at him and said, “NO SIR . . . just don’t take me long to look at a horseshoe.”
Just so much stupid around these days.
Just plain stupid.
From the I DON’T CARE WHAT WILL HAPPEN, IT IS MUCH WARMER INSIDE THE SHIP THAN IN ONE OF THE TITANIC’S LIFE BOATS kind of stupid.
To the I CAN’T BE OUT OF MONEY, I STILL HAVE CHECKS kind of stupid.
I don’t do stupid well.
I don’t suffer stupid gladly.
I am often stupid, I admit, but lately …
So this morning I was reading an in depth article on Salmon Farming.
The wave of the future.
The green solution to protien.
The answer to so many problems.
EXCEPT that … it costs more to feed the fish than you can sell the fish for at the market.
With price supports and grants-in-aid and such, farm raised salmon is cheaper right now but not sustainable.
But that is just STUPID.
I don’t know why, but that just was the limit this morning.
Does anyone think things through?
The fires out west are bugging me.
All the brush would burn up every 10 to 20 years.
Then man starts putting out the fires.
Then along comes a developer who never met a place that wouldn’t look better with a bunch of Pulte Houses-by-the-yard and thinks these woodland views, especially in these canyons are just the spot.
The next thing you know you got these communities surrounded by 120 years of woodland trash.
And you might be able to guess what happens next and it does.
OH I KNOW.
But gee whiz.
Just so much stupid.
God DOES expect us to think sometimes.
MY MOM SURE DID.
Once I was in my room and I heard the footsteps of someone coming down the stairs.
For some reason, I knew it was my older brother Tim coming to get me.
Who knows why, he most likely had a reason, lots of reasons.
So I quick hid in the closet.
The footsteps came to the door of room and then came into my room.
I stood still and held my breath.
Then the door of my closet was pulled open.
And there I stood.
And there was my Mom with a bunch of clean shirts to hang up.
I said, “Hi Mom.”
She didn’t she hi.
She just kinda screamed and tossed the shirts to one side and started swinging her fists at me.
Swinging them in big arcs, up and down and thumping me on the head and arms.
I ducked my head and dove out of the closest
She kept swinging.
She said this several times.
She said each word as she swung a fist.
She finally wore out and stood there.
Then she turned and shook the dust off her shoes and left.
All I could think was, “Boy Was I Stupid.”