Can you believe it’s Christmas Day tomorrow? (And can you believe it’s almost 2022) Time needs to just slow down:) Christmas can mean a lot of different things to different people – a time to celebrate, a time for giving, a time to spend with friends and family. And besides the obvious reason to exchange and open gifts, it’s a reason to GIVE to the people that mean the most to you. If not a giving of a gift the giving of your time and friendship when they need it most,,, It can get easy to forget the real reason for the holiday and get lost in the pretty, shiny things that we want and wish for. It can get easy to caught up stressing about buying the perfect presents when in fact, the perfect presents are things that we already have been given throughout the year. Our families first and foremost, Our friends Our dogs Our freedom to live our lives as we wish, the freedom of prayer speech the freedom to love who we choose, and so so many things but Christmas is actually about celebrating how we have already received the very best gift of all with Jesus’ birth. Forgiving us of all our sins, and we all know were all a sinner at some time in our lives ,So this year, I started thinking about all the ‘gifts’ I’ve received that might be easily overlooked or lost in the mix of everyday life. It was easy for me to see that one of the very best gifts I have received this year has been meeting and making new friends on and off line some I know will be life time friends and some I care a great deal about ,So this Christmas, I am wishing you guys all the peace, love and joy that you have given to me this year. I hope your Christmas is filled with laughter and smiles and spend with the ones you love most! And to me, some of you guys mean the world to me,,,, and you have given me the gift of your friends ship all year long and for that I am thankful...Have a MERRY AND BLESSED CHRISTMAS my dear friends. Lots of love to you all...
Love Hope

Dear Friends, My wife Toni is fond of saying that my last words on this earth will be something akin to, "hey y'all, hold my beer and watch this!" Well, I have outdone myself once again. No doubt you will see this true story chronicled in a LifeTime movie in the near future. Here goes. Last weekend I spied something at Larry's Pistol and Pawn that tickled my fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled). I bought something really cool for Toni. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my sweet girl. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer gun with a clip. For those of you who are not familiar with this product, it is a less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate an assailant with a shock of high-voltage, low amperage electricity while you flee to safety. The effects are supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, but allowing you adequate time to retreat to safety. You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb. Tattooed assailant, push the button, and it will render him a slobbering, goggle-eyed, muscle-twitching, whimpering, pencil-neck geek. If you've never seen one of these things in action, then you're truly missing out—way too cool! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't need no stinkin' directions), I found much to my chagrin that this particular model would not create an arch between the prongs. How disappointing! I do love fire for effect. I learned that if I pushed the button, however, and pressed it against a metal surface that I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs that I was so looking forward to. I did so. Awesome!!! Sparks, a blue arch of electricity, and a loud pop!!! Yipeeeeee . . I'm easily amused, just for your information, but I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave. Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries, etc., etc. There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not Gracie) and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie for a fraction of a second and thought better of it. She is such a sweet kitty, after all. But, if I was going to give this thing to Toni to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? Was I wrong to think that? Seemed reasonable to me at the time. . . So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, Tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. All the while I'm looking at this little device (measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference, pretty cute really, and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no friggin' way!" Friggin' way—trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself. What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best. Those of you who know me well have got a pretty good idea of what followed. I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it buddy," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad (sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, wouldn't you agree?). I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the hell of it. (Note: You know, a bad decision is like hindsight—always twenty-twenty. It is so obvious that it was a bad decision after the fact, even though it seemed so right at the time. Don't ya hate that?) I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY SHIT! DAaaaauuuuuuMN!!! I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the front door, picked me up out of that recliner, then body slammed me on the carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking wet, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position. Gracie was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!" (Note: if you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You're not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if you're lucky, you won't dislodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep in your thigh like yours truly.) SON-OF-A-BITCH that hurt! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both titties were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, as my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. give or take an ounce or two, I'm pretty sure. I'm
still looking for my testicles? I'm offering a significant
reward for their safe return. Still in shock,
Tommy
Film at eleven....

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I've learned this about life, the first step to being unhappy  is trying to please everybody else. I mean what's the point of gaining 'the worlds approval if that gain means you lose yourself  ? It just don't add up, so what makes us as human's sometimes care so much about the pains of others that don't care about us??
Why to we sometimes try so hard to care for  others to make them happy to impress people who could maybe care less about my life? Just so people can justify my flaws magnify my imperfections as if mistakes aren't part of who we all are, as if we all have never failed, face it we all struggle we all fail we all make mistakes, and you know what it sure don't make you a better person becuz you hide yours well. It doesn't make you better becuz you act like you got it all together,becuz we  both know if your walk could talk the talk it would show something different than you let the rest of the world see,so people can crucify  me , pick my name apart, becuz Im finished caring what others think , only God can judge me..but when will people ever understand that hating on others  could be time used working on ourselves we all need to work on who we are , thats who were responsible for and not anyone else and ya know what exposing somebody elses battles is not gonna help us win our won wars within our own lives. Causing another person pain is not gonna heal ours, its so crazy that we try to be perfect for imperfect people those we hide ourselves from becuz  were so afraid of being labeled fake, just becuz ur past has mistakes doesn't mean your futures cant be great ,God forgives and that's a fact. And to the people criticizing someone elses past well I guess you forgot where God met you at, I guess you forgot that you got a past too, God is my final  judge no one else ,he's yours too