I heard Garrison Keillor remark about loud public cellphone conversions, that if God wanted you to have loud private conversations in public, he would have made you a crazy person. Sounds right.
This is the biggest Saguaro cactus that I have ever seen. The funny thing is that it is in the yard of a house near me. It either grew where it stands or was transplanted about 45 years ago when this house was built.
The first picture shows its height compared to the telephone pole. The pole is a 35 footer. If we assume that 5 or 6 feet of the pole are in the ground, this cactus is about 28 feet tall. It has approximately 20 arms on it. The maximum height for a saguaro is about 50 feet. What makes this one remarkable is the girth, the number of arms and the health of the plant. It is very robust. They just don't get much bigger than this one.
The second picture shows the size of the trunk again compared to the pole.
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I had to go to Target tonight to return one of the lovely Mrs. Sneed's many Target purchases. She loves Target. On the way home I heard a radio commercial that just bugged me. This is not intended to offend anyone's religious beliefs.
The commercial was for some church. The narrator was making some point or another about what he called Chreasters, people who only go to church on Christmas and Easter. Chreaster is a prejorative in Christian circles. What a smug jackass. Evidently, there is some sort of scorecard being kept in some quarters.
I don't really care if you go to church or not, I don't. In fact, Chreasters are two up per year on me. So it is all relative isn't it? Of course, from a Christian's perspective, my problems are much bigger than where I spend my Sunday mornings.
Here's a thought. Why not live your beliefs and let others see how that works for them? If they like what they see, they may just join you. Running around flapping your yap and shouting, "look at me" is dangerous. One day you are on TV living the high life and the next you're busted with a ho in a seedy Lousianna motel.
I remember once when I was 6 or 7 my mom had a friend who belonged to this real fundamental church. If a members missed church on Sunday, the pastor would send a letter from the devil, thanking them for foresaking God. Sounds like a swell place, eh?
I guess my point is this. If you want to entice the occasional church attender to be a regular attender, it is best not to call them names. That's my thinking anyway.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong and sometimes just full of it.
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This is the biggest Saguaro cactus that I have ever seen. The funny thing is that it is in the yard of a house near me. It either grew where it stands or was transplanted about 45 years ago when this house was built.
The first picture shows its height compared to the telephone pole. The pole is a 35 footer. If we assume that 5 or 6 feet of the pole are in the ground, this cactus is about 28 feet tall. It has approximately 20 arms on it. The maximum height for a saguaro is about 50 feet. What makes this one remarkable is the girth, the number of arms and the health of the plant. It is very robust. They just don't get much bigger than this one.
The second picture shows the size of the trunk again compared to the pole.
(click to enlarge the images)
I had to go to Target tonight to return one of the lovely Mrs. Sneed's many Target purchases. She loves Target. On the way home I heard a radio commercial that just bugged me. This is not intended to offend anyone's religious beliefs.
The commercial was for some church. The narrator was making some point or another about what he called Chreasters, people who only go to church on Christmas and Easter. Chreaster is a prejorative in Christian circles. What a smug jackass. Evidently, there is some sort of scorecard being kept in some quarters.
I don't really care if you go to church or not, I don't. In fact, Chreasters are two up per year on me. So it is all relative isn't it? Of course, from a Christian's perspective, my problems are much bigger than where I spend my Sunday mornings.
Here's a thought. Why not live your beliefs and let others see how that works for them? If they like what they see, they may just join you. Running around flapping your yap and shouting, "look at me" is dangerous. One day you are on TV living the high life and the next you're busted with a ho in a seedy Lousianna motel.
I remember once when I was 6 or 7 my mom had a friend who belonged to this real fundamental church. If a members missed church on Sunday, the pastor would send a letter from the devil, thanking them for foresaking God. Sounds like a swell place, eh?
I guess my point is this. If you want to entice the occasional church attender to be a regular attender, it is best not to call them names. That's my thinking anyway.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong and sometimes just full of it.
Tag: Daily Life
Personal Finance
Humor
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