Thursday, October 8, 2009

That's God Talkin'

Daughter was just a tad over a year old. We were visiting England, hanging with Pete's sisters and their families and extended families. One of his sister's grandchildren -- for ease of story flow, I'll call him that although he was really the second bastard child of her stepdaughter and a lowlife who has actually turned out to be less of a lowlife then once presumed to be and let me state also that as my first two children were bastards I'll feel free to call any kid a bastard whom I feel like calling one so stick it -- was a piece of work. He was a major-ass bully.

He kept going after Daughter and the other weak of the tribe. He pissed me off to no end. I can't tell you how often I had to get that little effer off another kid.

At about the 10 minute mark, the kid has a major spill and starts bawling his eyes out.

I say, "That's God talking."

Much laughter ensues and that becomes one of my trademark sayings. ["You bastard!" is another.] [Not really, but it sounded good.]

Remember the crazy mofo near Youngest's school?

A deer went crashing through the plate glass window in the front of his house this morning.

A freakin' deer went crashing through his plate glass window!

That's God talking.

And a bunch of salt lick I paid in protection "money."

[The image is from under "God Talking." How do they know? That's what I'd like to know.]


mayberry said...

Preach it, Patty!

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

GURL! You said it!

Lori said...

nice work.

D... said...

Wow. That is SO God talking. Excellent.

Jocelyn said...

As you prove here, even though I'm not really religious, I am right to believe there are forces at work out there, in Universe.


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