I Am Not Mickey Rooney

So Betty and I and my third daughter H. went out to dinner and a movie tonight,on
account of it being Halloween and we did'nt want to have all those little monsters-
in-training show up on our doorstep for the usual, you know what I mean?
The dinner was so-so,but the movie was really good. We watched Money Ball with Brad
Pitt. You know some say that Uncle D. looks alot like B.P. or is it that B.P. looks like Uncle Donnie? I dunno, makes no difference right? Right! Actually, there is more
of a resemblance to Bob Redford,although when D. was a kid,he looked more like Mickey
Rooney, more than he likes to admit, whattayagonnado? I think it was the big head,
big nose and the strawberry blonde hair what did me in. Nobody ever accused me of being handsome, you know what I mean? Or tall...Mickey Rooney tall, capisci mi? It
is what it is and thats it, right?
Been readin a few new books lately. One on the Sermon On the Mount by D. Martyn LLoyd
Jones, and one by Alfred Eidersheim,The Life and Times of Jesus the Messiah, which
will probably keep me occupied for the rest of the winter.
Winter! Youse can have winter. Uncle D. is more of a fair weather sort of individual,
which, might be construed that I would rather have things nice and rosy, and warm!
Guilty, as charged!

Later,
Uncle D.

The Amazing Mr. Woods

So we were playing cards this past Fr. with our friends the Woods, which we try to do every week, unless something should come up and then we don't play. It's a very
simple thing we got goin, sometimes we play and sometimes we don't, capisci mi?
So we're havin a drink and beginning the first hand and Mrs.Woods starts explaining
the different way she and T. communicate, right? I communicate with words, she says, and T. communicates with pictures, meaning that T. sees pictures in his mind and trys to explain to her what he sees.(like I gotta draw her a picture right?)Only its
difficult sometimes for T. to put his pictures into words. This is all quite serious
and proper, right? Then from nowhere T. exclaims thats right, I'm psychic....I can
read my mind!!!! We all just howled with laughter, and T. had the giggles for the
rest of the evening. Youse shoulda been there, it was a classic.
Did I tell you that friends are importanti?
They really are, you know what I mean?

Ciao,
Uncle D.

Wassamatter, You don't like a my stewp?

I guess this must be, Lets throw Don under the bus again week, on account of a coupla
stories that mighta happened recently. First, my trophy wife Betty gets it started
by lettin me know that the soup I made did'nt have enough broth and was more like a stew than a soup. What, fuggetaboudit, if it looks like a soup, and walks like a
soup, and quacks like a soup, guess what it ain't a stew, you know what I mean? Hey,
maybe, just maybe, Uncle Donnie is a genius, culinarily speaking of course, in
creating a new dish, part soup and stew, you know what I mean.....itsa stewp Betty.
Part soup and part stew....a stewp. This why I always end up under the bus. You
remember the song Under the Boardwalk? For me its the same tune to Under the School
Bus....School Bus!
Then, daughter 3 gets into the act, bustin my chops about a comment I made about
having the ability to think in three different cultures. Uncle D. is diverse, what
can I say? So she says to that, yeah, your diverse alright, your brain does work
in three cultures....backwoods,red neck, and trailer park!
Under the School Bus....School Bus!
Whattayagonnado?

D.

You may like Pampas Grass.....

Uncle Donnie never met a conversation he did'nt like, on account of I always have
an opinion. Good or bad, I always weigh in, you know what I mean? The truth of the
matter is that ignorance on any topic or subject has never deterred my speaking to
it, or commenting on it. Marone, you'd think I'd learn my lesson by now, right?
What am I supposed to do, not say anything....fuggetaboudit, I'm gonna say it,right?
Maybe I just like to here myself talk, and while I'm talking, maybe I just want you
to listen, or I just like to hear you listening to my talking, you know what I mean?
I am sure my trophy wife Betty believes I suffer from diarrhea of the mouth at times,
most times is more like it, but really my babblings(read genius) are more like a
diapason(a burst of harmonious sound) than diarrhea(a burst of something else)capisci
mi? Some might say, Don, you just like to argue, but Don thinks when he speaks,there
really is'nt any arguing about it. You don't think I'm bad, do you? I did'nt think
so, all things considered.
Me, I'm a talker.
You may like Pampas grass,and I'm no pompous ass!
Ti amo,
D.

I Second That Devotion

Hey, come stai,
Hope everyting is going well for all of youse. Havin a smiley weekend my self,and
all is, as it should be... well, on account of Uncle D. is feelin pretty good. Played
a little golf on Fri. with my partner, the ever gracious, Takashi, he aint no fugazi,
always the ATM for his kids, Woods. Later that evening, Me and My trophy wife Betty
played cards with Mr. and Mrs. Woods, and the girls gave us a lesson, you know what
I mean? The two of them have been havin their way with us lately.....yeah, and with card playing too, Whattayagonnado, Think we're gonna have to start playing some full
contact scrabble, you know what I mean? Maybe, mix in a little MMA yahtzee or some
WWF Candyland, sheesh, I dunno, anything to change the mojo right? Fuggetaboudit!
So the Pastor guy at church was talking about devotion, using the example Of Mary
annointing Christs feet and wiping them with her hair. John 12. The obvious quesstion
was,how devoted to Christ am I? Good question, you know what I mean? Been a believer
for over forty years, and that question remains the question for Uncle D.
What am I willing to sacrifice for someone who sacrificed everything for me?
Marone, what a tough question for a pretty selfish guy like Uncle D.?
Grace, grace, Gods grace,
Grace that is greater than all my sin!
D.

Vote Early and Vote Often

So, I saw a bumper sticker the other day which proclaimed: Politicians and diapers
have alot in common and need to be changed regularly! So, I immediately start the
process of thought, and came up with the obvious conclusion, and believed it to be
undeniably true. I mean, Uncle D. was not born yesterday, right? This is an obvious
fact.Personally, Uncle D. falls some where between apathy and ridicule when it comes
to the political arena. Me, I'm an avowed inderepulicratarian, you know, a little
independent, a little bit more republican, a whole lot less democrat, and just a pinch of libertarian to balance everything out, you know what I mean?
Believe it or not, I did watch a coupla republican candidate debates recently, and
went away basically unsatisfied. I mean Romney comes across like a big nerd, Perry,
leaves me with the feeling that he could give a big Texas crap about what anybody
has to say, or think, for that matter. M.Bachman(not to be confused with Bachman
Turner Overdrive)puts a bad taste in my mouth, as does Santorum, and Huntsman,former
governor of something, I really don't recall, he really does'nt float Uncle D's
boat, if you unnastand my meaning? So, that leaves me with Herman Cain, who I kinda
have a man crush on, Newt(can we really have a salamander for Pres.), Gary Johnson,
former governor of New Mexico, and my favorite Rep.Ron(I'll never get elected) Paul.
D. wonders sometimes about a candidate with two first names, but the guy has been
around the barn a few times amd I like his economic views, whattayagonnado?
So if you have a brain at all. let it vote for Cain or Paul!
Fuggetaboudit, right?

Later,
Uncle Donnie