Author: David

Romeocat’s Advent Meditation at CatHouse Chat today is about the first missionaries of the Good News… from Luke 2:15-18.

Here’s another lil piece from Winterlude to listen to as you read her thoughts on the scripture passage.

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There’s a star in the East on Christmas morn,
Rise up, shepherd, and follow.
It will lead to the place where the Christ was born,
Rise up, shepherd, and follow.

Refrain

Follow, follow, rise up, shepherd, and follow.
Follow the Star of Bethlehem,
Rise up, shepherd, and follow.

If you take good heed to the angel’s words,
Rise up, shepherd, and follow.
You’ll forget your flocks, you’ll forget your herds,
Rise up, shepherd, and follow.

Refrain

Romeocat’s Advent Meditation at CatHouse Chat today is about the first missionaries of the Good News… from Luke 2:15-18.

Here’s another lil piece from Winterlude to listen to as you read her thoughts on the scripture passage.

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There’s a star in the East on Christmas morn,
Rise up, shepherd, and follow.
It will lead to the place where the Christ was born,
Rise up, shepherd, and follow.

Refrain

Follow, follow, rise up, shepherd, and follow.
Follow the Star of Bethlehem,
Rise up, shepherd, and follow.

If you take good heed to the angel’s words,
Rise up, shepherd, and follow.
You’ll forget your flocks, you’ll forget your herds,
Rise up, shepherd, and follow.

Refrain

Romeocat’s Advent Meditation at CatHouse Chat today is about the first missionaries of the Good News… from Luke 2:15-18.

Here’s another lil piece from Winterlude to listen to as you read her thoughts on the scripture passage.

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There’s a star in the East on Christmas morn,
Rise up, shepherd, and follow.
It will lead to the place where the Christ was born,
Rise up, shepherd, and follow.

Refrain

Follow, follow, rise up, shepherd, and follow.
Follow the Star of Bethlehem,
Rise up, shepherd, and follow.

If you take good heed to the angel’s words,
Rise up, shepherd, and follow.
You’ll forget your flocks, you’ll forget your herds,
Rise up, shepherd, and follow.

Refrain

(I am NOT Scrooge! Really! 🙂

Recently a new “dollar store” opened in America’s Third World Countyâ„¢. Man! Is it ever busy with Christmas shoppers! Just about every tightwad in America’s Third World Countyâ„¢ can be found there completing their Christmas shopping.

Including me.

Of course, most of the stuff is “made by slave labor in China (or some other such place)” in frank imitation of name brand products (“Nelson chocolate” could fool some folks’ eyes… )… just not as well. Other stuff is perfectly fine for the uses one needs it for. I got a set of seives for my kitchen and some funnels. $1 per set. Perfectly good. Other stuff…

Let me put it to you this way. You know that neighbor who borrows tools but never quite gets around to returning them? Now, I can afford a rather complete set of hand tools (a buch apiece–sometimes a buck for a small set of tools) that I can loan to such persons… preserving the good wrenches, sockets, etc., for my own use. (Hey! if a $4 socket or a $20 wrench goes missing, it adds up, especially as against a couple of bucks for a socket set and a wrench… heh)

Heck, if you could shop here, Christmas presents for inlaws would be a snap.

Of course, nothing could match the Christmas present I gave a really crappy boss one year. Snooty as all get out-he and his wife both. Soooo proud of their good (and expensive) taste in decorating. (Yeh, right. Over-the-top Thomas Kincaidish kitsch home at MUCH higher than Kincaid prices.) I took a Christmas card I’d gotten as an advertizing promo from my insurance agent (knowing his agent was with another company, in another town, etc.), trimmed the front, framed it in a junk frame I had sitting around in stuff my parents had dumped off on me in a “we don’t have room to move this” gesture.

Saw it prominently displayed in their entry on several later “come on by so we can brag on our gauche taste” visits to their home.

Warmed the cockles of this tightwad’s heart, it surely did.

Openly confessed (after much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth) at Peakah’s Provocations, Basil’s for Brunch, Sunday Specials at Jo’s Cafe.

(I am NOT Scrooge! Really! 🙂

Recently a new “dollar store” opened in America’s Third World Countyâ„¢. Man! Is it ever busy with Christmas shoppers! Just about every tightwad in America’s Third World Countyâ„¢ can be found there completing their Christmas shopping.

Including me.

Of course, most of the stuff is “made by slave labor in China (or some other such place)” in frank imitation of name brand products (“Nelson chocolate” could fool some folks’ eyes… )… just not as well. Other stuff is perfectly fine for the uses one needs it for. I got a set of seives for my kitchen and some funnels. $1 per set. Perfectly good. Other stuff…

Let me put it to you this way. You know that neighbor who borrows tools but never quite gets around to returning them? Now, I can afford a rather complete set of hand tools (a buch apiece–sometimes a buck for a small set of tools) that I can loan to such persons… preserving the good wrenches, sockets, etc., for my own use. (Hey! if a $4 socket or a $20 wrench goes missing, it adds up, especially as against a couple of bucks for a socket set and a wrench… heh)

Heck, if you could shop here, Christmas presents for inlaws would be a snap.

Of course, nothing could match the Christmas present I gave a really crappy boss one year. Snooty as all get out-he and his wife both. Soooo proud of their good (and expensive) taste in decorating. (Yeh, right. Over-the-top Thomas Kincaidish kitsch home at MUCH higher than Kincaid prices.) I took a Christmas card I’d gotten as an advertizing promo from my insurance agent (knowing his agent was with another company, in another town, etc.), trimmed the front, framed it in a junk frame I had sitting around in stuff my parents had dumped off on me in a “we don’t have room to move this” gesture.

Saw it prominently displayed in their entry on several later “come on by so we can brag on our gauche taste” visits to their home.

Warmed the cockles of this tightwad’s heart, it surely did.

Openly confessed (after much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth) at Peakah’s Provocations, Basil’s for Brunch, Sunday Specials at Jo’s Cafe.

(I am NOT Scrooge! Really! 🙂

Recently a new “dollar store” opened in America’s Third World Countyâ„¢. Man! Is it ever busy with Christmas shoppers! Just about every tightwad in America’s Third World Countyâ„¢ can be found there completing their Christmas shopping.

Including me.

Of course, most of the stuff is “made by slave labor in China (or some other such place)” in frank imitation of name brand products (“Nelson chocolate” could fool some folks’ eyes… )… just not as well. Other stuff is perfectly fine for the uses one needs it for. I got a set of seives for my kitchen and some funnels. $1 per set. Perfectly good. Other stuff…

Let me put it to you this way. You know that neighbor who borrows tools but never quite gets around to returning them? Now, I can afford a rather complete set of hand tools (a buch apiece–sometimes a buck for a small set of tools) that I can loan to such persons… preserving the good wrenches, sockets, etc., for my own use. (Hey! if a $4 socket or a $20 wrench goes missing, it adds up, especially as against a couple of bucks for a socket set and a wrench… heh)

Heck, if you could shop here, Christmas presents for inlaws would be a snap.

Of course, nothing could match the Christmas present I gave a really crappy boss one year. Snooty as all get out-he and his wife both. Soooo proud of their good (and expensive) taste in decorating. (Yeh, right. Over-the-top Thomas Kincaidish kitsch home at MUCH higher than Kincaid prices.) I took a Christmas card I’d gotten as an advertizing promo from my insurance agent (knowing his agent was with another company, in another town, etc.), trimmed the front, framed it in a junk frame I had sitting around in stuff my parents had dumped off on me in a “we don’t have room to move this” gesture.

Saw it prominently displayed in their entry on several later “come on by so we can brag on our gauche taste” visits to their home.

Warmed the cockles of this tightwad’s heart, it surely did.

Openly confessed (after much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth) at Peakah’s Provocations, Basil’s for Brunch, Sunday Specials at Jo’s Cafe.

Missed Romeocat’s Advent Meditation yesterday while Typepad was down. Here are yesterday’s and today’s Advent Meditations. DO do yourself a favor and pop on over for a read. I’m posting mp3s for you to have musical accompaniment while there. Just CLICK on one of the links to her posts (above) after starting one of the files (below).

Note: the two cuts below are from OOP albums. The first, Go, Tell It on the Mountain, is from a Dalas Brass album, Christmas Brass, that is available in a re-issue… minus a couple of songs (bummer). The second cut, Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus, is from Winterlude, another all-instrumental album that is available for a rather stiff price from Amazon.com, and perhaps elsewhere, though it’s out of print (OOP).

Enjoy!

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Missed Romeocat’s Advent Meditation yesterday while Typepad was down. Here are yesterday’s and today’s Advent Meditations. DO do yourself a favor and pop on over for a read. I’m posting mp3s for you to have musical accompaniment while there. Just CLICK on one of the links to her posts (above) after starting one of the files (below).

Note: the two cuts below are from OOP albums. The first, Go, Tell It on the Mountain, is from a Dalas Brass album, Christmas Brass, that is available in a re-issue… minus a couple of songs (bummer). The second cut, Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus, is from Winterlude, another all-instrumental album that is available for a rather stiff price from Amazon.com, and perhaps elsewhere, though it’s out of print (OOP).

Enjoy!

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Missed Romeocat’s Advent Meditation yesterday while Typepad was down. Here are yesterday’s and today’s Advent Meditations. DO do yourself a favor and pop on over for a read. I’m posting mp3s for you to have musical accompaniment while there. Just CLICK on one of the links to her posts (above) after starting one of the files (below).

Note: the two cuts below are from OOP albums. The first, Go, Tell It on the Mountain, is from a Dalas Brass album, Christmas Brass, that is available in a re-issue… minus a couple of songs (bummer). The second cut, Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus, is from Winterlude, another all-instrumental album that is available for a rather stiff price from Amazon.com, and perhaps elsewhere, though it’s out of print (OOP).

Enjoy!

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Like most of these kinds of things, this lil urban/rural quizette (found at Diane’s Stuff) got some things right (well, duh: big bet hedge on the last question) but probably mislabels me (said for the benefit of the feebs likely monitoring my blog, tapping my—and YOUR—phones and reading my—and again, YOUR—mail… . :-). So, I changed the labeling. Slightly.

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(Yeh, well, if I played piano like the clip above, I would have to live “All by myself…” heh)

Secluded Hideaway You scored 3 out of 40 on urban-rural and 9 out of 40 land intensity.

People know you as: Jeremiah Johnson Quote: “Other people make me sad.” Let’s get something straight right off the bat: You don’t much like other people crowding your space. Your score indicates that you prefer a rural atmosphere to an urban one and the very lowest land intensities possible. You would be happy in a little cabin in the middle of nowhere or on a tropical island with no one [except my own Wonder Woman–D] to keep you company. Above all, you yearn just to be left alone [with my Wonder Woman, OK]. If you aren’t one already, you should consider becoming a hermit and moving to Montana. Examples of places you should live: Mount Everest, Siberia [Nah. Both too cold. I’ll be satisfied with America’s Third World Countyâ„¢] All Categories Secluded Hideaway / Farm or Ranch / Small Town / Little City / Suburb / Streetcar Suburb / Rowhouse ‘Hood / Downtown Loft

My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 0% on urban-rural You scored higher than 0% on land intensity

Link: The Where Should You Live Test written by TwelveFloorsUp on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Links to this post inflicted on readers at Is It Just Me? and NIF.