#79

So blogger says that this is #79 as far as posts go, who am I to argue. Its to late at night to argue, so I was wrong, big deal.
Anyway, I went back and looked at my post from the middle of the night and even though that was actually me, some of those sounded kinda dark and so serious. There is more to me than that. So my wife said that I should do another one that would more accurately reflect who I am.

1. I think cats are filthy beasts, and my dog (Roscoe) can do almost nothing wrong. If you think I am wrong, just strike up a relationship with both and tell me which is more satisfying.

2. Hello, my name is John and I am a Toronto Maple Leaf fan. I am also a Rider fan, but somehow that doesn't make me feel the same as it does to say I am a Leaf fan.

3. Cancer has given me at least 5 compression fractures in my back and although I have never been tall, now that I lost an additional 2 inches I find that I think about it quite a bit. Does that make me vain, or shallow?

4. I am also a fan of western movies. John Wayne, Clint Eastwood, Sam Elliot are just a few of the best cowboys on the big screen. My favorite western is probably "The Cowboys". All around favorite movie, "Groundhog Day"

5. I can hardly watch TV without physically holding the remote in my hand. It can't even lay on my lap, I have to hold it in my hand. And then when I drift off to sleep sometimes my fingers twitch or move and I will be pressing buttons and actually be asleep. Drives my wife crazy. Especially when she accuses me of falling asleep and I deny it, and refuse to give up the remote. I have so little fun in my life.

Anyway that is kinda who I am. Now I would like these people to tell us a little about themselves.

Becky
Carol
Margaret
Angela (Arnie)

This might take awhile as I post so seldom that nobody comes here anymore. If you know these people, tell them to get with it.

What, this is an award?????

So this is called an award. Should I not than be happy to have received it? Why am I not happy and only tense? I am not sure why my wife gave me this. Does she want me to be more honest with you or myself? Or does she think that I am already an honest person? Probably not the second one, is it? Okay, I will attempt this.

1. I am a born again believer and it pains me to admit that I spend less time with my Saviour than I do with my television which will only drive me away from my faith.

2. I have no patience with other drivers on the road. They are only morons wasting my time or speed freaks about to kill us all.

3. I have the ability to truly hate. I hate the cancer in my life. It has changed so much the things that I can do.

4. I am kinda opinionated. About just about anything. And sometimes if you don't agree with me I lump you into one of the categories in #2. Sorry, you wanted honest.

5. I also think I can do just about anything and will sometimes attempt it to my detriment.

6. I buy more tools than I use. I have a brand new drill press in my garage, that has never been opened. Also a bunch of small stuff that I run across from time to time and find out that I have doubles of.

7. I, just like my mother, am a pack-rat. If it wasn't for my wife, I don't think I could move in my house.

8. I would sooner be fishing. I am not sure if that counts, but it is honest.

9. Because #8 may not be what it should be, here is another. I really love my sister and brother-in-laws hot tub. I am also hoping this gets me another invite. I also love my sister and brother-in-law.

10. I come from a large family. I have 9 brothers and sisters, who all did their part in populating this ball we live on. I also have a lot of beautiful cousins out there. I miss them all and as I get older I realize just how much I love them. And from the prayers and gifts that I have received from them since I was diagnosed, I know that they in turn love me.

10a. Because I don't want to get accused of cheating with 8 and 9,: Even though I don't always honour the God who gave me salvation, He continues to bless me. I have the most beautiful children and grandchildren in the world, hands down. If you don't believe me, go visit their sites and try to tell me differently. He has also blessed me with the most long suffering woman in the world as my wife, thanks for sticking it out with me.

10b. If there was only one thing that I could have changed in my life would be that the love of my Saviour would manifest itself in my life.

10c. I never dream. Not that I don't have dreams for myself, I don't dream, at night, when I sleep. I wish I did.

That's it, I quit. If this was to honest or not honest enough, let me know. I am sure I will have an opinion about it. It is now 4:46 am and I am going to try to go back to sleep. Maybe that's why I don't dream, I am not asleep long enough to dream.

#76

I was just reading some of the comments on my wife's blog and Trav said he didn't post often. I went and looked, Trav, you post more than I do. And now my wife has given me an award and I am not sure why. Does she want me just to post or is she looking to see if I can actually be honest with myself and share that with you. This is going to require some thinking and a later post. I have been up since 4 and only had one cup of coffee so my head is not working quite right. Besides I don't know how to get the award over to my site, and Chris is not up yet. Wait for it folks. At least I got in another post.

#75

I know it has been a while but I might try this again for a while. We have been gone for a week now on a sojourn that will likely take 4 months. 3 if all goes really well. I miss my children and especially my grandsons so much already that I am unsure how I will make it the rest of the way. Hopefully it is just the fact that I will not see them for a while that makes it worse right now and this ache will go away. I read last night in Proverbs that "Children's children are the crown of old men, and the glory of children is their father." 17:6 by the way. How true that is. I love those boys fit to bust, and so often I see the way that they search for their fathers approval, and just need to be close to them. Any way it is the middle of the night and this is not going to help me fall asleep. I need to think of something else.
Have you ever noticed that Mr Clean doesn't talk. Oh the voice sounds like a big strong guy whom you could trust to help you do anything and he would never steer you wrong. But don't be deceived. Its Milli Vanilli all over again. The big guy just stands there and smiles, his lips never move. I don't imagine he will fall from grace just because I finally realized this, as he has probably never been able to actually talk. I am pretty sure that he has enough of a reputation that this little thing will not see him lose his following. Anyway that's enough for now, I am going to go and see if I can fall asleep. I have a long day of appointments tomorrow.

#74

One more post at the request of my grandson. Chris, Mom and I went to an auction sale on Saturday in Warman and one of my prized purchases was a semi-truck made by this gentleman that was selling all his tools and a bunch of his toys. He made cars and trucks out of wood and he made one semi-truck. The cars and most of the trucks were all made from plans but this truck I bought had been made without. But it is just great. My grandsons are going to love it. I told Ben about it and called him yesterday to tell him. He phoned me today to ask me why the picture was not up on my blog so he could see it. So here it is Ben. It is 8" high and 32" long. The door on the trailer is not attached at this time, so I am going to fasten it at the bottom with hinges so it can be used as a ramp.

#73

The green box thing is a tackle box. It is not really that huge. If you would like to see how big it really is, you may want to contribute to the purchase of my fathers day gift. After I receive it I will take a picture of myself with a huge smile on my face, holding my new tackle box and you will see that it is not really that big.
Glen and Becky were here this weekend and stayed at our house. It was so good to have them here so we could see the boys. Sorry Glen and Becky. Last night when I was getting ready to go to bed as I opened the bathroom door to go to bed there stood Ben. "Who flushed the toilet?" He asked me. I told him I had and of course that just initiated more questions. Here they are in order. Why? Because I went to the bathroom. Howcome? I had to go. Pee or poop? Pee. This is where we reached the end. He said "Oh" and went downstairs. I followed him to the basement stairs and heard him tell Becky. "That was the mystery of the flushing toilet." I still laugh as I think of it this morning. That kid just cracks me up. Yesterday Angie was going to take him to town and to a movie. He was walking around the house with his coat on and getting impatient. Finally he told Angie that if she didn't hurry he was going to go by himself. He is only four, I don't know where he comes up with this stuff.
Anyways, I have a cold so am not going to church this morning. Now I am going to lay on the couch, drink coffee and watch a few fishing shows. Have a nice day.

#72

This is old news in that it happened a while back, but seeing as how the story has not been told, and I only blog infrequently, I thought it would be okay to tell the story.

The other weekend when we went to the Western Development Museum, henceforth called the wdm, I found myself alone for a while looking at old cars. When I have to walk for a while I bring a walker because my back gets quite sore if I try to walk any distance without assistance. Anyways, back to the story. I was sitting on the seat on the walker and I must not have been moving, while I was reading the write-up on this car. All at once at the same time as my arm got squeezed, a child's voice said, "Look Mommy, this guy looks really real." Of course when he squeezed my arm I moved and scared this 10 year old kid out of probably a years growth. I laughed, his parents laughed and the kid walked away all embarrassed. It was quite funny.

The main reason for writing this post though was because I wanted to get my fathers day wish list out there so that all those wanting to contribute towards a little something for my gift would have lots of time to save their penny's. Or something a little bigger if the contributors list is a little short. Here is photo.

For information on where this box can be purchased or any further information on other boxes of like quality, contact the writer.

#71

This is the book that I used in the tag. Chris and I went to the Sally Ann to buy some stuffed toys for our dog and while Chris did that, I checked out some of the other treasures in the store. I wandered over to the book section. When I see a bunch of books, I always check out the old books first and as I did that the word buckskin just jumped out at me and I had to buy it. Say the title to yourself a few times "Doctor in Buckskin, Doctor in Buckskin, Doctor....." I don't think that you could resist this book either. No, I haven't read it yet, but as soon as I have I will let you know what its like.
Thats all I have for today. Chris has gone to work, so it is just me and Roscoe. I think I will go have a nap.

#70

1. Pick up the nearest book ( of at least 123 pages).2. Open the book to page 123.3. Find the fifth sentence.4. Post the next three sentences.5. Tag five people. & post a comment here once you post it to your blog, so I can come see.



These are the rules to some dumb tag and seeing as how I don't have a lot of important things to do right now, I will accept this tag.



Hard to hurry on such a night. In the moonlight, Marcus saw Waiilatpu squared off and cultivated from river to creek and beyond as far as his eyes could gather in. The framework of his house took on a roof and walls.



These are the people I tag, and you better respond. Mitz, Melanie, Leah, Carol, and Becky.

The title and such I will post tomorrow.

The grader finally came down our street today for the first time this winter. If I ever move from this house it will not be next door to a school. All other streets in this town have been cleaned at least 2 or 3 times already. I feel like calling the town office and thanking them in a sarcastic kind of way, but then they might put the snow back, so I think I'll just shut-up.

#69

I think I might be able to do this again. *fingers dug into the top of the hill; slipping back; fingernails digging in; clawing my way back to the top; *
I have a doctors appointment this morning at 9:30, it is now 6:30 so I have some time to kill. Not to much, but a little. I have to go to Canadian Tire this morning before my appointment and buy the door crasher special. It is one of those wind up flashlights. Reg 29.95 on sale for 7.99. The other day my pilot light went out on my furnace and I had a dickens of a time seeing in my furnace. I found all my flashlights, and they all had dead batteries. So I am going to purchase one of these, that just never die.
I think this is quite a post for my first one since July, so goodbye Carrie.

#68

Yesterday I had cream of wheat for breakfast. Stop! I know right now you want to leave this site because that is just not the way to start an interesting bit of reading. You are thinking, "oh Johnny, you are living on the edge, what an exciting life you live". Okay, truthfully, this is not going to be a very exciting post, but that is all that is floating around in my head right now, so I must put it down here or it will forever take up space in my head and I don't have a lot to spare. Back to the cream of wheat. While I was making it, this memory came flooding back to me of someone else who has probably made more cream of wheat then anyone else in the world. My Aunt Sarah from Taber Alta. I think made cream of wheat for my Uncle John every morning of his life. I remember going there as a kid and even then I seldom slept in, so if I was awake I would go to the kitchen and she would be making cream of wheat. She would make some for me as well, and you know what, it was never lumpy, or too thick, or too thin. It's hard to make cream of wheat just right. Oh man, my dumb dog just farted. You would think he had chili for supper.
You know, I don't think its so much the whole cream of wheat thing, but the fact that she is gone and I really do miss her. Most of my aunts and uncles have passed away, and that means that on this side of the Jordan I won't be able to visit with them again, ever. The good thing is, that my extended family, cousins, uncles, aunts were and are mostly believers, so there will be a marvelous reunion when we all meet in heaven. And I will ask my aunt Sarah how she always made a successful pot of cream of wheat.

#67

I love that my titles are now so easy to type. To bad I can't just type a number and you guys would know what I was writing. Should you laugh, or cry, or come to my house and burn it down, but no, I have to go through the bother of typing out the letters and if you want, you have to take the time and read it all. Then you have to decide on what emotion will guide you. Laugh, cry or go look for the matches.
Anyway, this is none of those things. This is just info. Beazly and I plan to go up to Iroquois Lake and see if we can catch a fish or two today. Mike says that the water is so high that the water that flows under the bridge connecting the two parts of the lake is about six inches from touching the bridge. The R.M. has had to dump a bunch of gravel on the road to keep it from flooding and people are just fishing from shore as close as they can get to the bridge. The fishing has apparently been good, so I figure that even an unlucky guy like me should be able to catch the odd lake snake. Wish me luck, I have to finish packing.