writing before coffee isn't always Wise
Georgia National Fair ... I had a good time
- meat roasting on an open flame outside the livestock tent,
- naked women flying overhead under the circus tent, OK she had on a thong and nipple patch-things
- the smell of onion rings and cow manure intermingle and still you eat the onion rings!
- the fella operating the Twirling Ring of Death is missing three fingers and still you ride it!
- people, people and more people, am I as fat as she is... throwing away the rest of the cotton candy
- fireworks by the lake and friends, you can't beat that with a stick
- I found the cutest handmade pink and green patchwork purse in the crafts tent
- cafe-roping, the girl with the long hair beat the pot-bellied fella with the cowboy hat, chicks rule
Feeling a little feminazi again, beware, here it comes,...told this to a friend and its so true, "I'm not saying all men are dogs, I'd just like to meet one that isn't."
The coffee's done and so am I...
...well I was drinking my coffee when the Lord laid on my heart a certain man in my church, and several others actually, that are a rod by which others can be measured, I bet you know a fella like this,
He is dependable and honest to a fault, I'm thinking of a fella whose kids are grown and gone, who takes on leadership in the church while being called to the ministry so he's going back to school while continuing to work, but what is most remarkable is that when tragedy hits his family he doesn’t' let it stop him, he doesn't take time out to feel sorry for himself, he doesn't ask others to carry his load while he wallows in self pity, he is still the rod by which others can be measured. (He’s married to a real nice lady; I knew you were thinking it.)
Personaly I'm real glad I know him
Not all men are dogs; I guess the dogs just bark so darn loud that I notice them first.
