Archive | May 2018


The  Editor:   What does that mean, LL, a lottery ticket ?

Cat Philosophy:   No, it’s a cat’s outlook on life.  You buys your ticket and takes your chances.  Here are some different tickets bought on property.  One group tried to drag a shed, one lived near a volcano, and one bought a home on wheels.

The home on wheels can take you away from high taxes, drought, and  trashy/selfish  neighbors.

Here is a leech who let the taxpayers pay his $500,000 sex abuse agreement.   I love the Democratic loud mouths.

Batter Up!

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Tom was at the hospital visiting with his best friend Larry who was dying.
Tom asked, “If there is baseball in heaven will you come back and tell me?” Larry nodded yes just as he passed away.
That night while Tom was sleeping, he heard Larry’s voice in a dream, “Tom…”
“Larry! What is it?!” asked Tom.
“I have good news and bad news from heaven.”
“What’s the good news?”

“There is baseball in heaven after all… but the bad news is…. you’re pitching on Tuesday.”


Checks & Balances

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A man goes to get his check and when he opens it he discovers that his employer has overpaid him by $200.
He decides not to tell anybody and keeps quiet.
At the end of the following month when he opens the check, he sees that he’s been underpaid by $200.
Fuming, he goes to have it out with his employer. “Sir, I think you’ve made a mistake on my check.”
“And how do you figure that?” his employer asks.
“It seems I’ve been underpaid by $200.”
“No disrespect Sir, but I want my money.”
“Last month I overpaid you by $200 and you didn’t complain so why now?”
“Well Sir, thing is I don’t mind if you make a mistake once…. but if it becomes a habit I have to say something.”

Speak up, Speak out…just Speak

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To avoid  mental illness, I am totally convinced that we need a break from our routine  daily lives. I visited a doctor’s office yesterday for my annual check-up. For a long  while, I felt guilty for being healthy. No one-on-one, face-to-face conversations take place anymore. Cell phone addiction is absolutely more prevalent than our  rampant opioid  addiction. With each phone playing a different song or ringtone, I felt as if I were sitting inside a jukebox as I waited for the nurse to call my name. Not one conversation was on the light side…even the younger people looked sad.

I finally got my chance. A gentleman, who appeared to be about my age, told his phone contact, “when I finally get through here I am leaving like a bat out of hell.” After he signed off from the Cell Phone God, I smiled at him and said, ” I have often wondered how many bats were in Hell before they started leaving or how many are left there now?” It worked, he smiled. We actually had a short conversation….IT WAS SCARY!

Then the real miracle happened. A younger person started talking to me. I felt honored. I felt special. Then the UNBELIEVABLE happened. He ignored a call from his Cell Phone God as I finished a sentence to him. (By this time, I am in POWER, my friend!) This young man was working on a crossword puzzle. I love word games. I told him, “I never understood why the word ‘inflammable’ was necessary, when the word ‘flammable’ would suffice for both. Of coarse, he politely tried correcting me by telling me that they were opposite by definition. I suggested that he GOOGLE it when he got home because I was fairly sure that they have very similar definitions.

If you noticed that your GOOGLE GOD was a little slow yesterday around 11:00 AM, it is because everyone at Family Medical was inquiring on the definitions of flammable vs. inflammable.

If you want real conversation to knock…sometimes you gotta build a door!

Bye-Bye now,…..I am leaving…. like a bat out of hell.

Sheila Tolley



Where are the protests ?   It’s mostly politics.


The Editor:   Is this good news about America, LL ?

Lear Jet Cat:  It sure is, if you listen to this crook.  He knows where he is going and whose money will take him there.  ( Yours if you are a fool )   Google Jim and Tammy Baker for more information.   This creep should be in Congress.

Reverend Ike is who we need now.

These citizens figured out how to save their neighborhood and make a few bucks.

They can even buy safe chicken, and old Levis.

Look at Obama, no experience at all  ( community organizer ).  Politics, the last refuge of a scoundrel.



But, Daddy..

My husband and I took our two-year-old daughter to the home-improvement store.

Madison got tired of walking, so my husband let her ride on his shoulders. As he walked, Madison began pulling his hair. Although he asked her to stop several times, she kept on.

Getting annoyed, he scolded, “Madison! Stop that!”

“But, Daddy,” she replied, “I’m just trying to get my gum back.”