During the year of 2011, we’ve witnessed many changes worldwide. The events mentioned below are significant 2011 events arbitrarily ordered and of course, are only ‘the tip of the iceberg.’World events that I believe are important included the following:
Someone said there ought to be a special place in Heaven for people who do NOT have a telephone answering machine. A-MEN-BROTHER-BEN. They are a pain in the keister; besides that, people don't pay much attention to them because they seldom call back.
I love my home. I guess I've always known this but it really hit me last night. We hosted the Embry family Christmas celebration, which was a huge success. I think we had around 40 descendants/relatives of Audra and Eva Embry at our home. It was great and a testament to them.
My niece, Naonna, moved back home this month—she is from the Shelbyville area. She has been living with us off and on for the past two years. Naonna is in the National Guard, and she took a new job in supply in Frankfort.
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through our house, Nerf bullets were flying, even at the mouse. The stockings were hung beside the stairs, In hopes that Santa would see theirs. Mac and Tucker were nestled in their beds, While dreams of more nerf guns danced in their heads.
While Santa’s busy checking his list, I’m inspecting claims that spending sleigh-fuls of money on government preschool programs would result in long-term improvement for Kentucky’s children.
It’s time, once again, for the Big Dummy of the Year Awards. The Fred Sanford inspired award has four nominees this year. Why only four, you ask?
When my daughters were small, I read a children’s story book to them before bedtime. One of my favorite books was “Twas the Night before Christmas.” I probably read it much too often between Thanksgiving and Christmas. My children could say the lines as I read them.
You'll not see this until November is gone . . . the month we always pay special honor to our veterans. And December 7th just passed . . . as FDR called it "A date that will live in infamy." My generation simply knew it as "Pearl Harbor," the Japanese attack that led the U.S.
I am typing this column with my left hand. I had carpal tunnel surgery on my right hand this past Thursday, and I am bandaged from my fingertips to midway up my right arm. The pre-op nurse who took my information on Wednesday told me she had had the same procedure three weeks before, and she as