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Tuesday, October 6, 2009
A Somewhat True STory
by Lawrence Fox
Okay so I have been a little slothful lately dealing with my garden in the back yard. I excused the bare limbs and stripped leaves to the hot weather and soil neglect.
But all wishful thinking comes to an end; which brings me to the following life and death event of EXODUS proportions.
You see, one night I heard from the back yard a whispering sound – nothing mind you like the perturbations of air that Moses and Joshua heard while up on Mount Zion and upon closer scrutiny (coming down the mountain that is) found their tribal family dancing gleefully around a golden calf.
No it was a sneaky tinny song something like:
“Vegetables in the moonlight, they don’t run and so we bite….”
As I moved closer to the back door and then outdoors the words of the song became more distinct:
“Vegetables in the moonlight, they don’t run and so we bite...”
“Vegetables in the moonlight, they don’t run and so we bite..”
“Vegetables in the moonlight, they don’t run and so we bite…”
With a crescendo from 100+ SNAILS!!
“Vegetables in the ..Belch.. moonlight, they don’t .. Belch…run and so we ...Belch… bite.”
Hey these critters are singing gleefully about the denuding of my vegetable garden!
Eggplant and basil have become the golden calf for a WIGGLY TRIBE which just had their EXODUS from the Gold Canyon common area into my back yard.
Okay maybe my tribe was related to them a millions years ago but who needs new in-laws and out-laws eating for FREEE!.
Well if anyone remembers the story from Exodus, Moses ground up the golden calf and mixed it with water and made his tribe drink the contents – giving them pretty upset stomachs.
I was not so merciful and instead pulled out thee (3) full containers of MORTON SALT and sang gleefully:
“Dancing in the Moonlight, were there’s salt, snails don’t bite…”
After a couple of minutes of salting the little vermin; I heard a sound from inside the house.
It was my wife singing a different tune: “LARRY WHERE IS ALL THE SALT.”
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
The Lunchtime Perils of Lawrence Fox
Another Not so Embellished Lunch Story
"Names have been changed to protect the sensitive."
From time to time Mr. Ed and I have been alternately picking up the tab for lunch.
These lunch time socials have been an opportunity to first briefly exchange the formalities of life: "How is you family?", "How are you feeling?", "What did you do this weekend?" and so forth and secondly to discuss work.
In all honesty no one really shares everything about what they do during the week, let alone the weekend, but the general intent is prudently understood and responded to.
After the very brief formalities (a digression), we then regress into the issue of work; or should I say what does not work at work when there is work for which your are responsible for the work even though you did not scope the work.
Another digression is my lack of local restaurant selections - it is always the Claim Jumper since with their menus you can go pretend you at a different restaurant without having to travel to them.
But not today by golly!! We are going to do something different.
Mr. Ed says "How about Thai Food?"
I say okay but where?
We then drive off - Mr. Ed knows the way.
We head down Broadway and turn into a parking lot and park right in front of the TAILGATE BAR AND GRILL.
"Mr. Ed," I retort, "this it not THAI but TAIL -- GATE. Maybe they serve good Bumpers and Headlights?"
Mr. Ed recognizes that of yes wrong parking lot.
We head further down Broadway and pull into another Parking Lot.
There she is, the THAI LEMON TREE Restaurant.
We go in and sit down.
Mr. ED says; "The Service is VERY SLOW here."
"That is okay", I said. "it gives me more time to complain about something."
Old age and I am really trying to overcome this habit.
We get the menus from a very petite person.
Mr. Ed asks "What would you order here?"
"I have never been here (HERE) but at other Thai places I order the MASAMON (curry chicken, coconut milk, potatoes, peanuts, basil, hot peppers, onions all stewed together)."
"did I mention you can get rice." a little joke!!
Mr. Ed asks; "What should I order."
I suggest the Phad Thai. "It seems to be a staple Thai fixin'," - staple like fried chicken and french fries in the Baltimore, so I tell Mr. Ed.
We get our order, we eat and then I ask Mr. Ed what does he think about the Phad Thai?
"TOO SWEET, ALL THAI FOOD TOO SWEET AND OR TOO HOT."
"Oh I am sorry to hear that, I thought you wanted to go to a Thai Restaurant and now you say you do not like the food?"
"NO, MY WIFE TOOK ME TO THIS THAI RESTAURANT."
Moral of the story
So you see ladies, men do not even communicate well with each other.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Catholics were arrested for praying the Rosary . . . on a Catholic Campus
By Susan Fox
“I couldn't believe what was happening. Catholics were being arrested for praying the Rosary and holding Silent No More signs on a Catholic campus. It was surreal. Had my adrenaline not been pumping I would have burst into tears at the sight of it. It was then that Jane and I decided we could not leave the campus. We could not possibly leave knowing this was happening. It was necessary to stay and witness to the absurdity of it all.” (Laura Rohling, Catholic wife, mother and pro-life protester at Notre Dame University on May 17, who was among those faithful arrested that fateful day.)
My little son looked admiringly at
“Yes,
“I want to go there too.”
Without thinking, I said, “Oh dear God, no
He was really too young at the time to remember the incident, I could have just said something like “Oh?”
But I was tempted by the truth. Now I have read a similar testament from Laura Rohling. She is a Catholic wife and mother, who grew up with and loved the “Catholic”
It was also the day that Laura was arrested at
My husband says I should explain to you that the horror of allowing Barack Obama to speak at Notre Dame was not because we wish to demonize the man. In fact, I pray for him and sincerely hope for his conversion. But 80
Why should we pay for
Barach Obama also has supported embryonic stem cell research. He also wants to change President Bush’s conscience clauses, which protect American doctors and pharmacists from having to take action to end a human life. It is getting to the point that in order to practice medicine or be a pharmacist, one will have to flush his conscience down the toilet.
This means as a Catholic, I will be unable to get medical care except from people who are willing to commit murder thanks to Barack Obama. And I’m sure some day I will be one of the people they mercifully try to terminate as I am chronically ill.
Shades of Soylent Green! This is the 1973 science fiction movie about a time in the future when food is scarce and people are encouraged to commit suicide. Then they are turned into Soylent Green – the processed food that everybody eats. The secret is announced at the end of the film by one hysterical character: “Soylent Green is people! We've got to stop them somehow!”
Too late! Already two states –
So inviting Barack Obama to speak at
I went to
I remember my history professor, Dr. Olsen, teaching me about the similarity between the fall of
But
When people were arrested for peacefully saying the Rosary at Notre Dame, their rights were clearly abrogated.
So I learned that in the 1970s at
Attention Catholic parents and alumni, it’s time to rethink where we are sending our kids for college and where we are putting our charitable donations. There may be a secular glamor associated with degrees from