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Prison Concert at Hiland Mtn. today

The question is whether or not I risk the drive on icy roads to get to the only holiday event I really ever want to attend. The women who form this orchestra have little else going for them while in prison. This brings a ray of light into the darkness. And it’s all volunteer! Costs the taxpayer nothing. What a wonderful thing to do for these women.

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I’ll never understand

I”ll never understand Black Friday and whatever color today is considered in cyber shopping.  Did you know that if, instead of getting more stuff, you simply donated to a charity to help those who have NO stuff, you wouldn’t have to wait in any lines, wouldn’t have to worry about getting trampled, could enjoy your Thanksgiving meal the way god intended with a three hour nap after it followed by sandwiches… seriously, what the hell is wrong with us?

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A hint to charities

Maybe if you didn’t all call me between Thanksgiving and Christmas I wouldn’t be so snarly on the phone. Oh yeah, and if you’re calling from an East Coast call center, check the time difference. I’m highly unlikely to give to a cause that calls me at 6 AM.

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Low T drugs – oh sweet lord!

First of all, I never watch sports at all because ALL the ads are either for low T drugs or penile erection drugs. We can’t find the money to cover birth control for women but we insist insurance pay for men to get it up until they’re ninety. What is wrong with that picture?

As for the low T crap, it’s just another drug looking to solve a problem no one knew we even had three years ago. Too bad they haven’t come up with a drug to make old men with three hour hard-ons attractive to older women who

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Friday night excitement

Here’s what passes for excitement on a Friday night in my house. I sit on the couch eating popcorn. Snowy sits as close to me as possible without actually crawling into my skin. He watches anxiously as each piece of popcorn goes into my mouth waiting for that one stray broken off piece to fall onto my bathrobe. When it finally falls, he eyes it intently, his eyes darting back and forth from the little piece of popcorn to my eyes to see if I’m making any sign that it is forbidden. He nose sniffs ever so gently closer and

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