So I was thinking; yeah occasionally thoughts do come to my mind. I mean thats why
we have minds right? So that thoughts could come to them and we could ponder them
and make decisions or judgements or whatever about them. You get my meaning, thoughts
are good! Anyways, I got the solution to all the problems our country faces, foreign
and domestic...I like that word domestic. Domestic; thats a cool word, domestic,
domestic, domestic. I love my trophy wife betty because she's so ....domestic!
Where was I, yes I remember,the answer to our problems is to let Disney run things,
like they run their themeparks, at such an efficient and safe and fun experience.
Ever heard of any crime at Disney, any unemployment,labor disputes, any garbage on
the ground? Ever had a Disney employee be rude or unhelpful or not smile when asked
a question; just like a trip to the DMV right? I mean everything seems to work real
well there, like its supposed to, where Mickey and Minnie are a couple instead of
Mickey and Goofey, where Daffy loves Daisey, and Snow White loves the handsome
prince and not the lovely princess, you hear what I'm saying?
Ever had a problem parking at Disney, I mean in Florida, they have a freeway end
right at the entrance to the park,and they are so efficient at what they do, that
nobody ever gets a parking ticket or citation! Unbelievable!
If I could, I would fast pass us from Obamaland to Disneyland in a New York minute!
Donnie
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Sun burned in South Florida
How's everybody doin' today? Seems like its been a coupla weeks since I had something
to say. Usually, Uncle Donnie has too much to say, If you know what I mean.
My trophy wife Betty and Auntie Buggles and yours truly recently made a trip to
Florida to see Hallie, Lt. A Mahar, and little Lily "Tootsie" Ann Mahar. What a great time we had! Katie and Bryon Shitzell, my other son-in-law, went with us too for a mini family reunion... It was great! We had to medicate Bryon a little, so
he could fly as he's not a big fan of air traffic. He did just fine and after one of the landings he says to me, "Did you give me valium or viagra for this flight??" I could only laugh, whattyagonnado! I think maybe he had too good a time, ya think?
We spent about nine days in the sun visiting all that Disney stuff: Animal Kingdom,
Epcot, Disney's Hollywood Studios, and of course the Magic Kingdom, which as you already know, is truly the happiest place on earth. Sometimes I wondered who was the biggest kid there, Lily Tootsie or Uncle Donnie? And then I realized it was Buggles all along!
I can't forget to mention the trip to Universal Studios that some took to see the Harry Potter thing, while Betty and Don and Lily Tootsie stayed at the rental house and lounged about the pool. It was a great family vacation. Uncle D didn't want to come home. They say "home is where the heart is" and where the heart is, usually your family is there also, capisci mi? Bene, famiglia, Bene.
Ciao,
Uncle Donnie
to say. Usually, Uncle Donnie has too much to say, If you know what I mean.
My trophy wife Betty and Auntie Buggles and yours truly recently made a trip to
Florida to see Hallie, Lt. A Mahar, and little Lily "Tootsie" Ann Mahar. What a great time we had! Katie and Bryon Shitzell, my other son-in-law, went with us too for a mini family reunion... It was great! We had to medicate Bryon a little, so
he could fly as he's not a big fan of air traffic. He did just fine and after one of the landings he says to me, "Did you give me valium or viagra for this flight??" I could only laugh, whattyagonnado! I think maybe he had too good a time, ya think?
We spent about nine days in the sun visiting all that Disney stuff: Animal Kingdom,
Epcot, Disney's Hollywood Studios, and of course the Magic Kingdom, which as you already know, is truly the happiest place on earth. Sometimes I wondered who was the biggest kid there, Lily Tootsie or Uncle Donnie? And then I realized it was Buggles all along!
I can't forget to mention the trip to Universal Studios that some took to see the Harry Potter thing, while Betty and Don and Lily Tootsie stayed at the rental house and lounged about the pool. It was a great family vacation. Uncle D didn't want to come home. They say "home is where the heart is" and where the heart is, usually your family is there also, capisci mi? Bene, famiglia, Bene.
Ciao,
Uncle Donnie
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Jeremiah Burroughs
Uncle Donnie picked up this one entitled Gospel Reconciliation by Jeremiah Burroughs.
Here's a little taste:
"Oh the blessed state of a believer, of one who has embraced the gospel: he is
reconciled to God; he is at peace with God, and that has a great deal in it as you
have heard. The Jews were wont to express all kind of prosperity and happiness by
this word 'peace':'Peace be to you'; and in saying so, they included all manner of
good. For indeed the word is a comprehensive word; and therefore God accounts it His
glory to be called the God of peace. It is the glory of the Son of God to be called
the Prince of Peace. It is the glory of the Spirit to have the fruits of the Spirit
to be joy and peace. It is the honor of the gospel to be the gospel of peace. It is
the glory of the kingdom of God to consist in righteousness and peace. It is the
evangelical benediction: grace and peace. It is the glory of the covenant of life
to be a covenant of peace.
Peace is a most amiable thing, but how lovely, amiable, and glorious is peace
with God!"
I think Jesus wants us to read this kind of stuff, so go and read some of it.
Uncle D.
Here's a little taste:
"Oh the blessed state of a believer, of one who has embraced the gospel: he is
reconciled to God; he is at peace with God, and that has a great deal in it as you
have heard. The Jews were wont to express all kind of prosperity and happiness by
this word 'peace':'Peace be to you'; and in saying so, they included all manner of
good. For indeed the word is a comprehensive word; and therefore God accounts it His
glory to be called the God of peace. It is the glory of the Son of God to be called
the Prince of Peace. It is the glory of the Spirit to have the fruits of the Spirit
to be joy and peace. It is the honor of the gospel to be the gospel of peace. It is
the glory of the kingdom of God to consist in righteousness and peace. It is the
evangelical benediction: grace and peace. It is the glory of the covenant of life
to be a covenant of peace.
Peace is a most amiable thing, but how lovely, amiable, and glorious is peace
with God!"
I think Jesus wants us to read this kind of stuff, so go and read some of it.
Uncle D.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
A Few Good Things
Hey, how you doin'? You good? Uncle D's good, it's all good! Good is good. It's good
then, right? Yeah, I'm good, seems like all is good, everything is goin' good, lookin' good, I think we're good... So, we must be good? Yeah, life is good. I mean, it's good to know that all is good, and that's pretty good right? I'm just sayin'!
I know it may sound a little weird, but Uncle Donnie has two interests when it comes
to the kind of books he likes to read. He loves to read literature from Puritan (read: old dead guy) writers, and he loves to read about organized crime. to D. it's perfectly normal. I mean, normal is as normal does, right? So recently, Nurse Cratchit (read: my sister-in-law) from up in the Holler sends me a great book entitled, "The Sins Of The Father," written by Albert DeMeo who is the son of the now deceased Gambino Family capo, Roy DeMeo. He tells his story growing up in "The Life", and how it affected and influenced his thinking and behavior in adolescence and in adulthood. Fiercely loyal to his father, he offers an intensely personal snapshot of his experience in coming to terms with his La Cosa Nostra(read: this thing of ours) heritage and how it led to his father's demise. You guessed right, it was a good book, you know what I mean?
Thanks to Nurse C. for a great Christmas gift.
Next time, D. will give a heads up on a good Puritan book he's been reading lately.
Sounds good, right?
Gotta run,
Uncle D.
then, right? Yeah, I'm good, seems like all is good, everything is goin' good, lookin' good, I think we're good... So, we must be good? Yeah, life is good. I mean, it's good to know that all is good, and that's pretty good right? I'm just sayin'!
I know it may sound a little weird, but Uncle Donnie has two interests when it comes
to the kind of books he likes to read. He loves to read literature from Puritan (read: old dead guy) writers, and he loves to read about organized crime. to D. it's perfectly normal. I mean, normal is as normal does, right? So recently, Nurse Cratchit (read: my sister-in-law) from up in the Holler sends me a great book entitled, "The Sins Of The Father," written by Albert DeMeo who is the son of the now deceased Gambino Family capo, Roy DeMeo. He tells his story growing up in "The Life", and how it affected and influenced his thinking and behavior in adolescence and in adulthood. Fiercely loyal to his father, he offers an intensely personal snapshot of his experience in coming to terms with his La Cosa Nostra(read: this thing of ours) heritage and how it led to his father's demise. You guessed right, it was a good book, you know what I mean?
Thanks to Nurse C. for a great Christmas gift.
Next time, D. will give a heads up on a good Puritan book he's been reading lately.
Sounds good, right?
Gotta run,
Uncle D.
SuperDull Sunday
Uncle Donnie enjoys sports. Baseball, golf and occasionally a little "bassetball" is
fine,but he would rather be poked in the eye with a sharp stick than have to watch
a single game of football. Watchin' old John Denver videos and listenin' to him sing is much better than watching football, I mean, doing just about anything painful is better than football. Pulling teeth, for example is better than football, fingernails on a chalkboard, accidentally biting down hard on a fork, even cheap
Scotch is more enjoyable than football, you know what I mean?
All that aside, I still watched the big game this past weekend. What a snorer,right? From the alpha to the omega it was dull. First that blonde chick screws up the National Anthem.(I think maybe she thought it was the National Chorus)Hey, Christina! It's fairly simple: learn the words, remember the words, and then sing the words. Capisci? Sheeeesh. Then, really, the game was over after the first quarter, right? I mean, correct me If I'm wrong, but wasn't Green Bay ahead the whole game? Duh. How many turnovers, Pittsburgh? I can't even pronounce their quarterback's last name, Ben-somethin'-or-other-berger. Whattya gonna do? The commercials were lame, except the one with the beaver, the beaver was
good, right? The Dorito spot was disturbing, I mean, licking another man's finger and
smelling his trousers?? Hey, that oughtta sell, like, no Doritos ever again!
You couldn't even hear the half-time talent, and I'm using the term 'talent' veeery graciously. The audio was less than subpar, more like way below average, and most of the choreography was (let me be gracious here again) horrible! Capiscimi?
The best part of the evening was after the game, when I watched a 60 Minutes interview of John, Johnny or Junior, Gotti. It was about his experiences inside and outside of "The Life". It was a pretty good show.
Remember, friends don't let their friends watch football, no matter how much cash
they got ridin' on the outcome!
Ciao,
Donnie
fine,but he would rather be poked in the eye with a sharp stick than have to watch
a single game of football. Watchin' old John Denver videos and listenin' to him sing is much better than watching football, I mean, doing just about anything painful is better than football. Pulling teeth, for example is better than football, fingernails on a chalkboard, accidentally biting down hard on a fork, even cheap
Scotch is more enjoyable than football, you know what I mean?
All that aside, I still watched the big game this past weekend. What a snorer,right? From the alpha to the omega it was dull. First that blonde chick screws up the National Anthem.(I think maybe she thought it was the National Chorus)Hey, Christina! It's fairly simple: learn the words, remember the words, and then sing the words. Capisci? Sheeeesh. Then, really, the game was over after the first quarter, right? I mean, correct me If I'm wrong, but wasn't Green Bay ahead the whole game? Duh. How many turnovers, Pittsburgh? I can't even pronounce their quarterback's last name, Ben-somethin'-or-other-berger. Whattya gonna do? The commercials were lame, except the one with the beaver, the beaver was
good, right? The Dorito spot was disturbing, I mean, licking another man's finger and
smelling his trousers?? Hey, that oughtta sell, like, no Doritos ever again!
You couldn't even hear the half-time talent, and I'm using the term 'talent' veeery graciously. The audio was less than subpar, more like way below average, and most of the choreography was (let me be gracious here again) horrible! Capiscimi?
The best part of the evening was after the game, when I watched a 60 Minutes interview of John, Johnny or Junior, Gotti. It was about his experiences inside and outside of "The Life". It was a pretty good show.
Remember, friends don't let their friends watch football, no matter how much cash
they got ridin' on the outcome!
Ciao,
Donnie
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