Thank all of you for your thoughts and prayers for our grandson. We talked to his parents last night and he woke up yesterday but is still in ICU and fighting the problem. We have such mixed emotions concerning his situation. His life is useless on earth and the toll on his parents is unbelieveable, but how do you just let go? When our boy was so ill, just before he passed away, we prayed and did all we could to keep him 'cause who wants to lose a loved one.

As you know I have been doing my cousins country western tapes and I will say this, "I AM SICK OF COUNTRY WESTERN" Now the good old truck driving songs I liked and the guitar music I liked but the rest of it, YYYYUUUUCCCKKKKK!!! Cheryl and I were talking about it this morning and we came up with these neat titles from the music I am recording.

How Come My Dog Don't Bark? (That is my favorite title)
Since She's Not With The One She Loves She'll Love The One She's With (I wonder if it could possibly be any longer)
I Didn't Lose Her I Threw Her Away (I'll just bet it was the other way around)
Georgia Keeps Pulling On My Ring (I'll just let that one slide)
I've Just Destroyed The World (The Osama Bin Laden song)
I've Never Had A Thing That Ain't Been Used (Where do they come up with these titles)
You're The Cloud I'm On When I'm High (Give me a break people)

Anyway I find the titles very interesting and sometimes amusing. (How Come My Dog Don't Bark) Cheryl came up with her own today and it goes; How Come You Shave As I'm Walking Out The Door. Mine for her was; I Listen To You Snore And I Always Come Back For More
I think Cheryl and I have too much time on our hands. Hey, that could be a song title!!

Snowed last night. Not enough to cause problems but enough to be the proverbial pain in the hinder ender. I think I will close with an amusing item that my friend Sarah sent me from Iowa.

It's called "Forgetful Me"

My forgetters getting better,
But my rememberer is broke,
To you that may seem funny,
But, to me, that is no joke.

For when I'm "here" I'm wondering
If I really should be "there,
And, when I think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!

Oft times I walk into a room,
Say, "What am I here for?"
I wrack my brain but all in vain,
A zero is my score.

At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but gee,
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!!

When shopping I may see someone
Say, "Hi", and have a chat.
Then when the person walks away
I ask myself, "Who was that?"

Yes, my forgetters getting better
While my rememberer is broke.
It's driving me plumb crazy
And that certainly is not joke.

CAN YOU RELATE?

Have a nice day everyone!