Saturday, February 25, 2017


Yesterday at Albertsons, one of our local grocery stores, I was in line to pay for my celery, cucumber, 3 beautiful tomatoes, and 2 cases of my favorite beverage, what I call Pretend Diet 7UP......Albertsons private labeled diet Lemon Lime.

I was in line.  The lady in front of me had a cart full of groceries.  A variety of this, and that.  The check out line that she and I were in was intended for those of us that had 15 items, or less.  She was well over the limit.  I took this time to practice my patience, and to just appreciate what we all have in our beautiful land.  Shelves of food, nice employees, a clean store.  We are very blessed to say the least.

This lady never looked at me (too embarrassed?).  Obviously, an apology never happened.  She seemed to not care.  It was about her.  Her little indiscretion was 'no big deal'.  It did not matter to her that most shoppers followed the 'rule'.....15 item line?  It's OK to maybe have 17 items, 20 at most.

Why is this a big deal?  Because this customer decided by herself, that she will do what is good for her, and not others.  That is sad.  She could have decided to do the right thing, and in doing so, she could feel good about herself, simply by doing the right thing.  It is a healthy way to live.  We need to put others first, and not ourselves.  If we do that, if we live by that, we can feel good about how we live, and how we can be thankful for what we have.

If this lady is fortunate enough to be a parent, a mother, I wonder how she teaches her children.  Does she teach her children that it is OK to cut corners in life?  Remember, it's no big deal.  Where does she draw the line.  Does she have a line?  Probably not.  Sad.

My rule is simply this.  I ask, 'what would Jesus do'?  Corny? Not really. It is my accountability.  It allows me to live a happy, purposeful life.

She missed an opportunity at real joy.  Oh well.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Another Moron, another Moron, and another..and another.....

Caught on camera, a young lady supporting Trump at one of the woman's marches, had her hair lit on fire by a deranged, angry, miserable, female soul.  Pray for both.  The arsonist.......moron.
1-24-17  2 PM  

Chelsea Handler says Melania Trump can barely speak English. That's correct.  Melania Trump speaks English, and 5 other languages fluently.   Chelsea Handler.......moron.
1-24-17   4:06 PM

The lady on the flight leaving Baltimore heading to Seattle, escorted off the flight because she is mad at Trump for winning the presidency (I think).......she needs clam chowder and she needs more meditation while looking at beautiful Mt. Rainier.  Oh, I guess it is better to be totally angry because she didn't get her way.  Sad...........moron.
1-24-17  11:10 PM

Some FAMILY members of Chrisette Michele, a singer who performed at President Trumps inauguration, said they would no longer TALK TO HER.   Family members.......morons.
1-25-17  10:15 AM

Questlove, upon hearing that Chrisette Michele accepted an invitation to sing at President Trumps inauguration, offered Chrisette Michele money NOT TO PERFORM...........moron.
1-25-17  10:16 AM

Sunday, January 22, 2017

The Marchers. Wow. Lots of them. Some wonderful. Some not so much.

January 21st, 2017.   On that day the world, yes the world, saw millions of people (oh yea, there were men also football that day I guess) march for women's rights.  I believe many of those attending were for good, and noble causes.  Treating women badly, bullying them physically, and emotionally, should never happen. That, for most of us, is understandable. We must honor all women respectfully and with love, for they are, like men, made in the image of God. Grab your Bible and look at Genesis 1 verses 26 and 27.  No Bible?  Go buy one fool.  If after reading it a couple of times and you don't like it, give it to someone.  I doubt you'll give it away however.  If you read it a couple of times, you will keep it. So, now, keeping your Bible that you have read a couple of times, you can go buy a Bible and give it to someone.  How wonderful.  I must warn you......if you read the Bible, you might change.  Be careful.

Now, observations of people at the marches.......

The Hollywood female speakers....scary and angry they seem.......

Madonna......thinking of blowing up the White House.....a moron.

Ashley Judd........hatred coming out of her mouth, equating Trump to Hitler.....a moron.

Women marching with signs that most of us would never read or print......many morons.

The Washington DC leaders....Linda Sarsour, Carmen Perez, Vanessa Wruble, and Bob Bland (oh no, a guy......he needs football....come on Bob!)  One of them, or all of them, turned away a whole group of women that wanted to march, but they were told they were not welcome to march, because.....gulp, and sit down......they were know, against abortion, against murder, very decent women.  The 4 DC leaders.....ALL MORONS.

By the way, I had to decide between the word Moron, or Idiots......I chose 'Morons'.  More descriptive and just has a good ring to it.  Let me know if you agree, or if you have a word that you would use. Please, only good, printable, descriptive, moron-type words.

Morons. What a word.  It is becoming one of my favorite top 10 words. Ice Cream is my top word....OK, words cream.  Love that ice cream.  Makes for a good desert before dinner, and after.  Any time of day.....Yummy!

Oh, sorry.  More morons.

Mr. and Mrs. Darnell in the women's Seattle's march.....Allowing their 7 year of daughter to lead a chant about president Trump.. 'Hey Hey HO HO, Donald Trump has to go!'.  Hey Darnell's, find some crayons for your daughter........Morons.

(See Seattle Times front page picture Sunday edition Jan. 22, 2017 for that picture.......morons).

Seattle Times......Putting that picture on front page......morons.

Spelling woman this way....womxn.  Weird.........morxns.

OK.  Here is the plan.  Pray for all the morons.    And pray for our new President. And our old President.  Yes, they were both morons at times.  But we all are morons at times.  God forgives Morons.  Thank goodness.  Morons.


Friday, January 20, 2017


Best wishes to our new President Donald Trump.  And thank you to Barack Obama for your service to our country.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

A very sad, mad, politician....

Dr. Ben Carson went before the Senate Banking, Housing, and Urban Affairs Committee and answered many questions from many of the committee members, including Elizabeth Warren.

Elizabeth Warren chose to use much of her time asking Dr. Carson, that if approved to become the HUD director, can he make sure that 'not one dollar of tax payers money will go to President Elect Trumps properties, financially benefiting neither him, nor his family'.  She was quite concerned that there might be a possibility of this happening due to Trumps vast real estate holdings, some of which might benefit low income people in need, thus putting tax payers money in his pockets.  Not one dollar!

Elizabeth Warren has no problem using tax payers dollars that fund Planned Parenthood, an organization that is in the business of abortion, and a killer of millions of babies.

It is not rational.  She needs help.

Monday, January 9, 2017


If I were a bachelor....

I'd eat lots of pizza.  And ice cream.
I'd probably never wash my sheets.
I'd use a sleeping bag to sleep in. Sell the sheets.
I'd have 5 dogs.  That would sleep on my bed.
I'd make a huge pot of coffee, and drink it over 3 days.
I'd use the same coffee grounds twice.
I'd get rid of most of the furniture in the house.
I'd use plastic forks and spoons. 3 real steak knives, 1 ice cream scoop.

I'd get rid of the vacuum and just use the leaf blower.

I'd wash my car.  
One side per week.  Yea, my car.  
I'd continue to wash the darks with the whites.  With bleach.
I'd hire teenagers to do my lawn, gardens, looking crabby all the time.
And then pay them a lot.  Still looking crabby of course.
I'd sit on the front porch early mornings drinking coffee.
I'd barbecue something for breakfast.

I'd call my brother more often.  Forget texting.
I'd do my best to be Christ like all the time.
I'd spend lots of time with my grand kids.
I'd still be a bachelor even though I have grand kids.
Don't worry about the details.  Ask my wife.  I'm still a bachelor.
I'd be a darn good bachelor.
I'd pick up hitchhikers. 
But only if they are real old, male, using a cane, holding 2 bags of groceries.
Oh yea, in the snow, and they have fallen down.  And they can't get up.
I'd call Kimmy and Todd lots more.
I'd eat peanut butter and pickles on sourdough.  Quite often.  Really.
I'd have a pallet of Diet 7-up in the garage just for the fun of it.
I'd stay off alcohol.

I'd dye my hair.  No I wouldn't.  Yes I would. I wouldn't.
I'd be a Conservative.  
I'd face issues head on.  Christ like of course.
I'd eat a snickers bar whenever I want to.
I'd eat peanut M and.........M's........ whenever I want to.
I'd go to movies a lot. Pixar stuff.  Star Wars stuff.  Comedies.
I'd buy the large popcorn and 7-up with a budget of $20.    
Oh yea, Red Vines.  To honor someone.

I'd always drive with my window down. Snow.  Rain. Sleet.  All of it.
I'd buy a convertable.
I'd have the top down all the time.  Snow.  Rain.  Sleet. All of it.
I'd always live by above entry by theimperfectpastor......and......Com.
I'd put my blender, toaster, tools, and work boots in the dishwasher.  Really.
I'd paint my house.  One side per year, forever.  Like my car.
I'd learn to use tools.
I'd never put my blower away.
I'd bleach everything.

I'd adopt every time.
I'd drive an old car.
I'd spend my money on a 65 inch TV.
I'd give away the rest.
I'd continue to be a little different.
I'd be more peaceful.
I'd confront people as needed.  Like Jesus did.
I'd continue to watch my grand kids grow up. 
But I'm a bachelor.  I'm confused.  Oh well.
I'd get married so I could have grand kids.
I'd never get on Face Book.
I'd eat peanut butter and banana sandwiches also.  Of course on Sourdough.
I'd look for my vacuum cleaner.
I'd paint more often.  I don't know what though.  I know! Gravidee.
I'd continue to watch stories about dog rescues on YouTube.
I'd then buy more Kleenex.
I'd continue to go to concerts.
I'd probably see my wife there.  Hi Chris.
I'd still be confused being a bachelor and having a wife. 
"Hey girl.  What's your name again?"  I always forget my wifes name.....

But you all must know. I am not a bachelor.  I am married to the coolest, radically
good wife that has allowed me to do the above things.  

She encourages me to do them.

Pretty Cool!

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Rick, I'm closing this place down, there's gambling going on!

You must remember this
A kiss is still  kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by

Now, all you young people just quit reading this.  You won't understand this post.  Not the title.  Not the above stanza.  In fact, none of you youngsters know what the word Stanza means.  So, go tweet. Or text. Or go get a half gallon of ice cream.  Oh yeah.  Get me some ice cream while you're out there.  I'll use my Face Book account to tell you the flavor to pick up.  No I wont.  I don't use Facebook.  Is it Face Book or Facebook?  You are known as millenials.  Poor things.  Big babies.
Probably the only thing I have in common with you all is ice cream. That's OK.

Sorry for picking on you youngsters.  I got carried away I guess.  But it all boils down to one thing.
And I can't remember what that is.  So lets get to the point. The point is, that the mystery title and the ....stanza....according to about the movie Casablanca.

In the year of the antelope, 1975, I was on the ship processor Pacific Shrimper having a meal.  Now, realize,  I was a deckhand on the Mar Pacifico, a 125 long shrimper, and we sold our catch to the Pacific Shrimper.....the processor.  Get it?  Don't be a dummy.    And we delivered our haul of shrimp every 5 to 6 days.   At that time, there was no limit to how much shrimp we could deliver. And boy (or girl) did we deliver!  Year 'round.  Calm seas.  Scary seas. And I was the cook.  Now that was an experience.  I was quite creative.  My skipper, Dale Samuelson, finally started liking me the day I served chocolate cake, chocolate frosting, and vanilla ice cream.  For Breakfast.  Oh well.  Made lots of money.  We fished on days that other boats wouldn't.  Crazy skipper, but he knew his stuff running our boat.  He pushed us hard, but always stressed safety.  Liked to yell a lot.  We yelled back.  Quite a cozy family on board that boat.

So, back to Casablanca. Was on the Pacific Shrimper on our day off, in their galley, having lunch.  Or dinner.  Or some meal.  Brain is rusty, and somewhat forgetful.  And as we were eating, the ships
staff brought out the movie projector, screen, and the movie Casablanca.  I was hooked so to speak.
So, speak.

What a movie! If you have not seen this masterpiece, I just say......Get.  A.  Life.  I thought then and there, and over here and over there, I will rent this movie and throw a party at my new girl fiends house in Seattle.  Only one problem.  I could not find a DVD copy, a VHS copy.....nothing!  I started sweating.  Mostly on my forehead.  Then I remembered.  DVD, and VHS, were not invented at that time.  Now what. I'll tell you what Now what.  I rented a movie projector, a screen, and a movie theater quality tape of the movie Casablanca!  I had to charge our guests for the popcorn (not microwave microwaves then) to cover the cost of the movie production.  And by the way, my girlfriend in this story is long gone.....just kidding ya'll.  The girlfriend I mention is my wife of 48 years (give or take 9 years) today.  What a catch.  Not the shrimp.  My wife.  I can never remember her name. "Hey, girl! What's your name?"  'Oh Tom, you know my name'.  She always says that when I forget her name.  Dang.

So, in a round-about-way, Casablanca has given us 7 beautiful grandkids.

And to answer the above secret question, the shrimper Mar Pacifico could carry a 130 tons of shrimp
at a time.  That's a lot of shrimp.  Ate a lot of chocolate cake, frosting, ice cream.

That's all folks.          TomG