Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Everything for Sale?


Every man has his price, but why sell yourself short?

My mama told me, "You better shop around."

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Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Genius

Genius

Genius is one percent inspiration, ninety-nine percent exasperation!

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Monday, August 14, 2017

Moral Hazards?

Love of Money

Bad money drives out good . . . morals.

Actually, the proverb stopped at the word "good." I therefore asked "good what?" No answer was given. I decided "morals" worked as well as any, so I kept it.

But what is bad money?

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Sunday, August 13, 2017

Six Feet Underdog?


It's better to live than to decease.

But all dogs go to heaven
because they give
more
than they receive.

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Saturday, August 12, 2017

Attitude is Everything!


Don't mix business with pleasure; make that extra effort to hate your work.

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Friday, August 11, 2017

Two more proverbs on excess


Better late than sorry, and better safe than never.

Wait, that ain't right. It's . . .

Better late than safe, and better sorry than never.

No, wait. It's . . .

Better sorry than late, and better never than safe.

No, it's . . . never mind.

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Thursday, August 10, 2017

Adverse Obesity


Obesity makes strained-bed fellows.

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Wednesday, August 09, 2017

Some like it hot!


"Comparisons are odious" is like saying similes are silly!

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Tuesday, August 08, 2017

Another Death in the Family

Aunt Ava Jo

My Aunt Ava Jo passed away recently. Her official obituary can be found at Barker Funeral Home, part of which I post below:
Ava Jo Perryman Bowling was born June 10, 1930 in Salem, Arkansas. She left this life on July 24, 2017 in Salem, Arkansas. She was the daughter of Henry and Mabel Shell Perryman. Ava Jo attended the Salem Schools and graduated as valedictorian in 1948 from Salem High School. She attended college at Central Baptist College, Arkansas State College and the University of Arkansas in Fayetteville. She studied Home Economics. After her first year of college she taught school at the one-room schoolhouse in the community of Fairview near Salem. She also taught Home Economics at Salem High School in 1951-52. During her college years, she worked at several different jobs including Sears Department Store in Kansas City, Missouri.

Ava Jo married Clarence Calvin Bowling [also of Salem, Arkansas] on September 4, 1953 at Salem First Baptist Church. They lived in Fayetteville before moving to Beaumont, Texas, which would be their home for 48 years. They had three children: Mark, Cindy and Sara. Ava Jo was an excellent homemaker and housewife. She provided stability, security and love for her children. She also worked part time as a secretary at Blue Bell Creameries Distribution.

Ava Jo was a dedicated and caring Christian woman. She was a member of Amelia Baptist and Westgate Memorial Baptist churches in Beaumont. She was a devoted Sunday school teacher for adult women. She was active in the Women’s Missionary Union, sang in the choir and was a supportive deacon’s wife. When she and Clarence moved to Horseshoe Bend, AR in 2003 they again became members of Salem First Baptist Church. Ava Jo was a kind and giving neighbor and wonderful cook. She also enjoyed reading and working crossword puzzles.
I remember those crossword puzzles. That was an interest she shared with her brother Harlin. I recall her working on those crosswords and only rarely asking for help. I noticed such things because I spent several holidays at her Texas home during my Baylor years. The fact that I attended Baylor at all is also due to her . . . albeit indirectly. Her elder daughter, Cindy, who was a year older than I, praised Baylor to the heavens and inadvertently persuaded me to apply there. Aunt Ava Jo therefore took an interest in me during my time in Texas. She reminded me that university life was more than just textbooks and tests, and she urged me to socialize. That was advice I wished to follow . . . so I did.

So, thanks, Aunt Ava Jo, for the good advice . . . and RIP.

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Monday, August 07, 2017

Thumpteen thumps . . .


"Blessed are the pacemakers." They'll give your heart a damn good thumping!

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