Northern Farmer

Boy, it’s been over a week since I’ve been on here, where does the time go when a person’s having more fun than anyone should be allowed to have, eh! In Minnesota anything above zero is just too much fun, after the last few weeks it sure is. It’s nice to not have to smash open cattle waterers everyday. Almost like a working vacation when the temperature warms up so much. But it looks like things are going smooth around the old blog even without my presence, which means that this team effort is working out pretty darn good in my opinion. Tonight’s Fat Tuesday, I just found that out about a half an hour ago, which shows how much I keep up with what’s going on in the everyday world. The kids asked me, “what’s Fat Tuesday daddy?” Now for you folks that think I can get going on the blog once in a while, well believe me you ain’t seen nothing. You all should be at the kitchen table when I have a little growl left in me from the day. Not that it’s bad or anything like that, but, well you know.

Now I like to live everyday to it’s fullest but that don’t mean like the normal world, if you want to call it that, does. Nope, can just go through the whole day and not have a care in the world, and I’m telling the truth here too. Of course there’s always more work than anyone should be allowed to have, but what the heck! At least we have work, so that’s a blessing, a big one. Tell you the truth, if I didn’t have all this work I don’t know what I’d do, never could get into doing what regular folks do. You know, going to town looking for something to do. Egad! How boring could anything possibly get! I ain’t some modern day patriot where you shop till you drop doing your patriotic duty of maintaining the new world order, nope, don’t work for me. Going to town reminds me of going through a mudhole full of bloodsuckers, they’ll be attaching themselves pronto trying to suck away everything you got! And when you don’t got that much to begin with a person can’t afford to loose it all.

But where was I, oh Fat Tuesday, yes. What could I say except for it’s the best example of religion being meaningless. Sin till you drop cause tomorrow we can be good. Anyway that’s what some do, or should I say the Christians. It’s the day the pagans can really identify with the Christians, I mean really become brothers, one of a kind. What amazes me is how millions can come out and celebrate wickedness and then go back to their regular lives the next day or so. And people call me nuts for being an Old Holiness Church type of person. I don’t know, it seems to make a lot more sense than the folks from around here that buy tours to go to a Fat Tuesday celebration. Must make sin OK as long as a person is paying for it with a real travel agency. Yup, must do the trick because a person is doing the important thing in life, spending money for self indulgence.

We did have a kinda Fat Tuesday here this evening cause if I was a woman you’d all think I was pregnant this evening! Belly’s stuffed with beef and spuds, our own version of Fat Tuesday, only thing is we can have this every Tuesday! But us simple folks just don’t cut it in the world’s eyes, no we don’t. We’re sinning bigtime cause we’re not pumping money into the culture of death, the little money going that way is getting less and less. Just sittin in this house tonight while so many are running around like dogs in heat, just sittin here listening to some snappy Gospel music, not worrying about how the head will feel tomorrow. Not worrying about having to pick up the pieces of a marriage after too wild of a night. And tomorrow when we head for church a person can Praise the Lord like nuts and mean every bit of it!

A strange people these folks are according to the regular world, never have any fun or anything like that. But I beg to differ, cause if these people out carousing on Fat Tuesday ever seen a Spirit Filled Church bust loose they’d realize that the big world celebration can’t even hold a candle to when little churches across the countryside bust loose. The folks in them churches ain’t drunk on wine, they’re drunk in the Spirit and let me tell you there ain’t no comparison, none what so ever. Us hicks from the country might not be quite as cosmopolitan as what the world demands nowdays, but who cares. A person can only look at the world in pity! Cause the way it looks to me, they just don’t ever have any fun! Down home fun where you bust a gut laughing so hard, not at somebody’s hardship or screw up, but at things that are truly funny.

I don’t know why I got on this tonight, I really don’t. But like I say, I never really plan on anything I’m gonna write. With all the good writing around here lately I just kick back and enjoy. Oh, I still write quite often over at Healing Waters, but like to get at least one in here every week. This year I won’t be stopping for Lent. I’ll just make sure it never becomes a burden. Also today was a big day around here on the old blog with the counter going over the 50,000 mark. I know some sites do that in a day, but I never figured this one would ever hit a thousand let alone fifty thousand, and I thank everyone for that. Very humbling that someone even reads this blog, believe me.

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