No Word From the Trenches Thursday and Friday

There will be no broadcast of The Word From the Trenches Thursday and Friday because my grandchildren get to choose who babysits them when their parents go out of town.  They choose grandma and grandpa because they believe they are the babysitters and they run the show.

We will be back on Monday.  Have a great weekend and thank you for understanding.

27 thoughts on “No Word From the Trenches Thursday and Friday

  1. Okay, have fun.

    While you’re doing the great and important work of Cool Grandparenting, we’ll try to arrest Mike Adams, and to disable all “Community Revitalization Drones.” While we’re at it we’ll attempt to get a full refund from Israel on all funds illegally extracted from our nation’s treasury. I guess that’s enough for the weekend, but if there’s time left over, both Pelosi and Feinstein will get royal wedgies. Hey, it’s a start.

    🙂

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    1. Hey Hal…. I finally got my tin roof up on the other side.

      And…. drum roll pulleazz..

      I didn’t fall off….

      Which gives me more spare time to drink and smoke.

      Things are lookin the f up for me now.

      Still working on the toilet…

      But at least now I won’t get wet when its raining taking a dump.

      Hope your project is still going well.

  2. YA’LL BETTER MIND WHAT THOSE GRANDBABIES TELL YOU. THEY HAVE AUTHORITY OF AMERICAN NATIONAL TRENCHERS TO ADMINISTER A WICKED SPANKING ON OUR BEHALF, AND I WOULD HATE TO HEAR YOU SQUALLING ON THE NEXT BROADCAST……………………………

  3. Grandma and Grandpa are two really cool people. The kids are lucky. Really enjoy it when you guys babysit me as well; love raiding the refrigerator in the middle of the night when grandma and grandpa are sleeping. 🙂 Grandma makes killer enchiladas. 🙂

    Have a great weekend you guys.

      1. The things Red skipped over,

        A walk through life teaching our grandchildren the joy’s of hemroids and gray hair, teaching about shopping for depends and the joy’s of leaking body fluids at inept times while farting and shitting at the same time, ah yes, bouncing our grandchildren on our knee and forgetting their names as the joy’s of brain tissue turning into cabbage wreaks havoc on our memories.

        Yes folks, the Joy’s of holding hands with our grandchildren while bouncing through the walk of life. 🙂

        1. Married Four Times

          The local news station was interviewing an 80-year-old lady because she had just gotten married for the fourth time.

          The interviewer asked her questions about her life, about what it felt like to be marrying again at 80, and then about her new husband’s occupation.. “He’s a funeral director,” she answered. “Interesting,” the newsman thought… He then asked her if she wouldn’t mind telling him a little about her first three husbands and what they did for a living.

          She paused for a few moments, needing time to reflect on all those years. After a short time, a smile came to her face and she answered proudly, explaining that she had first married a banker when she was in her 20’s, then a circus ringmaster when in her 40’s, and a preacher when in her 60’s, and now – in her 80’s – a funeral director.

          The interviewer looked at her, quite astonished, and asked why she had married four men with such diverse careers.

          (Wait for it…)

          – She smiled and explained, “I married one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go.”

          🙂

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        1. Oh gee, that happy face was meant for Angel. Hi Angel. And thank you.

          Now Mark, every coin has two sides. Yes, we struggle with this aging thing but sometimes the youngins help us forget for a while.

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          1. A little humor never hurt anybody, not even Red. Hope everybody could see it. lmao Hell, I’m turning 60 soon and this is starting to happen to me.

          2. A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other, except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.

            For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day, the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover.

            In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife’s bedside.

            She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000.

            He asked her about the contents. “When we were to be married,” she said, “my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.”

            The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.

            “Honey,” he said, “that explains the dolls, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?”

            “Oh,” she said. “That’s the money I made from selling the dolls.”

            .

          3. Two elderly women were eating breakfast in a restaurant one morning. Ethel noticed something funny about Mabel’s ear and she said, “Mabel, did you know you’ve got a suppository in your left ear?” Mabel answered, “I have a suppository?” She pulled it out and stared at it. Then she said, “Ethel, I’m glad you saw this thing. Now I think I know where my hearing aid is.”

            🙂

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          4. Instead of the John I call my bathroom the Jim!

            That way it sounds better when I say I go to the Jim first thing every morning!!

            🙂

          5. You’re welcome, Angel. Sometimes we just gotta laugh. I’m glad Mark started it off.

            🙂

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          6. At my age food is starting to replace sex, so much so I put a mirror over the kitchen table.

            Rodney Dangerfield

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