An unnamed Santa dropped off a gift yesterday. He put it on my workbench. Strange I unwrapped "The Big Book of Laughs" by Reader's Digest. Wouldn't you know it the first little laugh story my eyes read came from Humor in Uniform, but it caused laughter and smile similar to an incidence taken from my early years just out of high school. Both stories are true. The uniform story said, two female privates were ordered to paint the general's office. They were warned not to get paint on their uniforms. So they locked the door, stripped off their clothes and got to work. An hour later, there's a knock at the door. "Who is it?" they asked. "Blind man." Thinking nothing of it, the privates open up. "Hi," says the man. "Where do you want the blinds?" What a sight to behold!
Three years after high school graduation I went bear hunting in Michigan's upper peninsula. I and a friend drove into a pretty lake way out in the wilderness on a late summer hot afternoon. The ground would literally shake each time B-52's flew over above on training missions and dropped thousands of foil packets to confuse radar trainees. The trees sparkled with shiny confetti leading to the lake. We found the lake campground inhabited by one tent, but we never saw the occupants. Placing our tent at the opposite end of the lake we started walking up the beach surf fishing for dinner when we happened around a small point and right before us were two 20+ something bare frontal exposure naked ladies chaise' sunning with towels over their faces. Needless to say we were stunned-grinned ear to ear. They were far better more beautiful in the flesh than the Playboy magazine pages were being passed around in high school locker-room. One woman took off her face towel and screamed to the other "We've got men!" What a sight! The ladies ran for their tents, but later returned wearing bikinis and being somewhat embarrassed apologized for being beach strippers. They had not expected to encounter two young men way out in nowhere. They invited us to dinner and we sat around the campfire into the wee hours of the morning talking and... I see you smiling. Now, now that was an evil thought-be adult. We never saw Black bears, just two bare nudists and... that's life!
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Thursday, September 26, 2013
The Most Beautiful Dancer in My World
I've watched Dancing with The Stars only a few times. Each couple tries to outdo the previous contestants. The women are gorgeous, the men handsome. All handpicked because of their stature and events as people performing live entertainment. This is performance dancing to a "Wow Factor," for TV ratings.
Strange as it may seem you have no chances of dancing with the stars of TV. Men gawk and I'm sure many see the ladies as sexual conquests - not as someone you'd dance with on stage. I'm no dancer, but my eyes can watch the ladies dance in bars and taverns and have no inclinations to get excited by what I witness and yet the most beautiful dancer in my world of entertainment sure thrilled most of the men in the tavern Friday evening. She was the Queen of Dance. She was an unassuming guest until she stood up and walked up onto the dance floor with a friendly male acquaintance who was reluctant to dance with her. She turned every male head in the establishment just getting there with her figure walking. The other gent was very hesitant to dance. Male eyes couldn't stop staring at her runway hourglass figure - the body shape was exquisite. She danced wildly and her hip gyrations made women uneasy knowing their husbands were staring in her direction.
I sat on a high chair like I do every Friday night waiting my turn to sing. My hair has silver streaks, but older ladies of 79 plus love to run their fingers through my hair, which I dislike and rarely do I get excited watching the ladies dance until that night. Many a men stopped and asked me "How can I stand it being so close to such a wild dancer?" Well, I'm still shy and I don't dance, but she continued to strut her style of dancing to my pleasure and turning gawking bar men into putty. My eyes drank her into my mind. They were melting. Others were afraid to dance with such a gorgeous woman. Then it happened. She came to the dance floor and before I knew it she pulled me off my chair and said, "Dance with me darling!" I was shocked. She said, "I love your beautiful singing." I felt special, but whispered I don't dance. She took my hands and placed them on her hips, pulled me close and we danced slowly. I said, "Not bad for a guy married 39 years." When the music ended I thanked the most beautiful woman dancer in the world proving that old men like a good dancer.
Strange as it may seem you have no chances of dancing with the stars of TV. Men gawk and I'm sure many see the ladies as sexual conquests - not as someone you'd dance with on stage. I'm no dancer, but my eyes can watch the ladies dance in bars and taverns and have no inclinations to get excited by what I witness and yet the most beautiful dancer in my world of entertainment sure thrilled most of the men in the tavern Friday evening. She was the Queen of Dance. She was an unassuming guest until she stood up and walked up onto the dance floor with a friendly male acquaintance who was reluctant to dance with her. She turned every male head in the establishment just getting there with her figure walking. The other gent was very hesitant to dance. Male eyes couldn't stop staring at her runway hourglass figure - the body shape was exquisite. She danced wildly and her hip gyrations made women uneasy knowing their husbands were staring in her direction.
I sat on a high chair like I do every Friday night waiting my turn to sing. My hair has silver streaks, but older ladies of 79 plus love to run their fingers through my hair, which I dislike and rarely do I get excited watching the ladies dance until that night. Many a men stopped and asked me "How can I stand it being so close to such a wild dancer?" Well, I'm still shy and I don't dance, but she continued to strut her style of dancing to my pleasure and turning gawking bar men into putty. My eyes drank her into my mind. They were melting. Others were afraid to dance with such a gorgeous woman. Then it happened. She came to the dance floor and before I knew it she pulled me off my chair and said, "Dance with me darling!" I was shocked. She said, "I love your beautiful singing." I felt special, but whispered I don't dance. She took my hands and placed them on her hips, pulled me close and we danced slowly. I said, "Not bad for a guy married 39 years." When the music ended I thanked the most beautiful woman dancer in the world proving that old men like a good dancer.
Another Spirit Intrepetation in a Dream - 158
I've talked about spirit visitations coming in dreams. It happened again. Bought some Chrysanthemums for the big pots in front of church from Rockford Hardware in Rockford. My intention was to transport them on Tuesday afternoon, but since I was tired I thought I'd take a nap [Monday]. Low and behold I visited dreamland for about a half hour, but a spirit of bright light visited - a light so bright that it glowed and the pulse voice from the beyond said, "Go to church now!" I snapped from my slumber and the first thing that came into my mind was, "What's the rush?" I was tired and reluctant to leave my Monday afternoon nap, but the spirit said, "Go as in immediately."
Snatched from my dream I asked my wife to help seat the large bronze/red flowers at the entry to church. We planted those mums and my wife was watering when a red car pulled into the church parking lot about 50' feet from the back door. A young woman came rushing forward and she asked, "Did we know where the church secretary was. I said, "The church office is closed on Monday's." Her face was sullen. She was hoping someone at the church could give her some money for gas from the benevolent fund , because she had no more money for gas to get her Vet friend to the VA hospital in Grand Rapids. He was sitting in a pool of blood, the result of Colon Cancer and was bleeding heavily from his rectum. He wouldn't let her phone for an ambulance citing the costs. Tears flooded her eyes causing my wife to cry, too. I asked the two church staff (maintenance) , but each didn't have much cash themselves. I walked down the hall and all I had was $11.00. I pulled it from my wallet and gave her $10.00. She cried heavier and wasn't going to accept my money, but my wife told her that's what I we as Christian's are supposed to do. My wife had no money to give her either. I was spirit sent from my dream to help her in their hours of need! When a Vet or anyone is in need the Bible commands I help them. Don't ever underestimate spirit dreams. Listen from the heart.
Snatched from my dream I asked my wife to help seat the large bronze/red flowers at the entry to church. We planted those mums and my wife was watering when a red car pulled into the church parking lot about 50' feet from the back door. A young woman came rushing forward and she asked, "Did we know where the church secretary was. I said, "The church office is closed on Monday's." Her face was sullen. She was hoping someone at the church could give her some money for gas from the benevolent fund , because she had no more money for gas to get her Vet friend to the VA hospital in Grand Rapids. He was sitting in a pool of blood, the result of Colon Cancer and was bleeding heavily from his rectum. He wouldn't let her phone for an ambulance citing the costs. Tears flooded her eyes causing my wife to cry, too. I asked the two church staff (maintenance) , but each didn't have much cash themselves. I walked down the hall and all I had was $11.00. I pulled it from my wallet and gave her $10.00. She cried heavier and wasn't going to accept my money, but my wife told her that's what I we as Christian's are supposed to do. My wife had no money to give her either. I was spirit sent from my dream to help her in their hours of need! When a Vet or anyone is in need the Bible commands I help them. Don't ever underestimate spirit dreams. Listen from the heart.
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