The Old Folks Home

yes well we have a extra room that is called the cat room opposite of the laundry room
there is loft in it that has room for a bed shaped L with shelves and a wall light then goes to the attic anyway cut one door down half so cats can jump in cat boxes in there no dogs allowed cat room with loft above.jpg
 
We have a mystery going on. Every morning for the past two days we have found religious pamphlets for a faith different from our own stuffed in our mail box. Have a suspicion that it is coming from one of our neighbors.

Told DH that I was tempted to put a sign in the mailbox with a line from that old song 'Signs' that says "Thank ya Lord for thinkin about us, we're alive and doin fine!"

This may be a touchy subject for some if it is I do apologize but why do some people believe that the only route to heaven is through the doors of their particular church?

Reminds me of the old joke. The man died and found himself standing at the pearly gates. St Peter looked at him and asked, 'What church do you belong to, Sir?' The man looked at St Pete and said, Why, I'm a (fill in the religion of your choice), Why does that matter? St Peter said, "That is how we do things up here. I want you to go down this street to the first house on the right, that is where all the (fill in the blank) go in heaven'. The man nodded and made his way down the street. Another man came up and St Peter asked him the same Question. The man said, I am (fill in the religion of your choice), St Peter said "See the second house on the right down this street?" The man nodded. "That," St Peter informed him, is where all the (fill in the blank) folks live here in heaven. A third man approached the pearly gates and St Pete asked him the same question. The man replied, I am (fill in the religion of your choice), St. Peter. To which St. Peter replied, see that third house on the right down the road here?" The man nodded. "Well that is where all the (fill in the blank) stay here in Heaven but be real quiet going by the first two houses. They think they are the only ones up here!"

I've had a lot of fun with this joke, switching the religions. Told it to a lot of ministers also.

I'd really like to find out who was doing the stuff the tracts in the mail box though so I could get them back to them so they could give them to somebody who really needs them.
We've had Jehovah Witnesses visiting our place, just leave their 'Watchtower' pamphlets in our door, dw doesn't answer to strangers. I don't have anything against their religion, actually not much different than any other, but they're door bangers.
Reminds me of back when I was a kid, my mom has a mean streak ten miles wide, had a , and still has a sign that says "No Jehovah Witnesses or Peddlers" Had family friends stop by once and they were JW's, the wife didn't want to get out of their car when she saw the sign till mom explained to her it didn't mean them, just the door bangers. She said they are supposed to put not interested homes on a list and leave them alone, mom said 'so slamming a door in their face day after day doesn't get you on that list?' :hmm
I'll never forget the time a vacuum cleaner dealer, Kirby, Rainbow, don't remember witch one. The guy tried to force a demonstration on her when she was outside weed wacking ... Forced a free feather duster on her...
She chopped it up with the weed wacker and chased him off :gig
 
I was up at 3:30 taking doggo with DM outside, crawled back into bed until 7:30. Have to start my injections today and I'm not looking forward to it. Not thrilled about jabbing needles into myself but I can deal with it. More worried about what the side effects are going to be. Fatigue, dizziness and N&V are the first three that pop up. Then there is your hair falling out. Stuff is a chemotherapy drug after all. DH is always kidding me that he wish I'd shave my head just once. Hair is about an inch and a half long now. Told him he might get his wish. I'm one of these folks that usually has every side effect imaginable when it comes to new drugs.

When I was growing up we had a huge German Shepherd that could literally stand on his hind legs and put his front paws on your shoulders. Door pounders came to our back door and stood on the top step, staring in the glass and directly into the fanged mouth of our Topper who was on the other side going psycho dog on them. He wound up putting his foot through the plate glass on the storm door, severely cutting it, all the while the door pounders were standing there grinning like fools. Mom was trying to hold doggo off, doggo was still going ape crap on them, spraying blood everywhere. Mom finally unleashed a tirade on them herself and they eventually backed off and left. She knew which church they were from and we had a cousin who belonged there. She got on the phone with her and told her if they came again she was calling the cops on them. That ended it.

I was a Sunday School teacher for a while. Set on a chair seat in the church council. Woke up one morning and realized my own beliefs were not what I was hearing the preacher preach and quit. But to me, the way you worship or choose not to worship is a deeply personal thing that you don't try to inflict upon others.

Off to see if we have a new pamphlet d'jour. Y'all have a great morning!
 
I was up at 3:30 taking doggo with DM outside, crawled back into bed until 7:30. Have to start my injections today and I'm not looking forward to it. Not thrilled about jabbing needles into myself but I can deal with it. More worried about what the side effects are going to be. Fatigue, dizziness and N&V are the first three that pop up. Then there is your hair falling out. Stuff is a chemotherapy drug after all. DH is always kidding me that he wish I'd shave my head just once. Hair is about an inch and a half long now. Told him he might get his wish. I'm one of these folks that usually has every side effect imaginable when it comes to new drugs.

When I was growing up we had a huge German Shepherd that could literally stand on his hind legs and put his front paws on your shoulders. Door pounders came to our back door and stood on the top step, staring in the glass and directly into the fanged mouth of our Topper who was on the other side going psycho dog on them. He wound up putting his foot through the plate glass on the storm door, severely cutting it, all the while the door pounders were standing there grinning like fools. Mom was trying to hold doggo off, doggo was still going ape crap on them, spraying blood everywhere. Mom finally unleashed a tirade on them herself and they eventually backed off and left. She knew which church they were from and we had a cousin who belonged there. She got on the phone with her and told her if they came again she was calling the cops on them. That ended it.

I was a Sunday School teacher for a while. Set on a chair seat in the church council. Woke up one morning and realized my own beliefs were not what I was hearing the preacher preach and quit. But to me, the way you worship or choose not to worship is a deeply personal thing that you don't try to inflict upon others.

Off to see if we have a new pamphlet d'jour. Y'all have a great morning!
I hope the injections wind up not being too terrible!
 
Crate training... great option

Works for me

We've had Jehovah Witnesses visiting our place, just leave their 'Watchtower' pamphlets in our door, dw doesn't answer to strangers. I don't have anything against their religion, actually not much different than any other, but they're door bangers.
She said they are supposed to put not interested homes on a list and leave them alone, mom said 'so slamming a door in their face day after day doesn't get you on that list?' :hmm
:gig

Apparently answering the door in the nude does get you on the list.
 
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