HAPPY BIRTHDAY DONNA!!!

Donna, it's your birthday,

I love you more than ever,

Now I hope that I can write,

A poem for you that's clever.

That's really all I have to give,

I wish I had the money,

To buy you things that you deserve,

Like gold and diamonds, honey.

Every year I'm with you,

You grow more beautiful,

To my eyes and to my heart,

I'm still a love struck fool.

I hope that on your birthday,

Maybe in a year or 10,

We can take a trip to some place nice,

Somewhere we've never been.

We might travel down to Key West,

Or north for cooler weather,

It really doesn't matter,

If we are both together.

I love you on your birthday,

I love you every day,

And every single morning,

I bow my head and pray,

And thank God for the wondrous gift,

He's given me in you,

And Donna, my beloved,

I'm so glad you said "I do!"

This is the song Elvis sang at the birthday party in Blue Hawaii

PHOTO OF BREANNA TAKEN TODAY

Breanna is still in the hospital receiving aggressive treatment for her Cystic Fibrosis.

When she has good days people will look at her and think she is doing fine.

She plays, laughs, and says funny, adorable things because she is a tough little girl who makes the most of her condition.

The reality is, if she did not have her medicine, and therapy, she would not be alive.

The cost for all of this is astronomical, and insurance only pays so much.

Breanna's daddy, Matt, is an Iraq war veteran and is still in the military.

Ashley, Breanna's mommy, is going through nursing school and just completed her phlebotomy training at the top of her class.

They are overwhelmed with medical expenses to the point their home is in jeopardy of going into foreclosure.

If you want to find out how you can help, contact Ashley at:

ashes84032000@yahoo.com
or

breheeren@gmail.com

If you have trouble with these links, just copy and paste them to your email account.

There is also an account for Breanna at Regions Bank in East Peoria, Illinois.

Regions Bank
300 East Washington Street
East Peoria, Illinois 61611

Checks can be made out to Breanna Heeren in care of Ashley Heeren.

I wrote this song for Breanna when she was two, and now she is five with time running out.

ashes84032000@yahoo.com

ST. LOUIS SUNDAY

St. Louis Sunday...a funday?

Sometimes yes and sometimes no,

It's according to where you go,

To the "Hill" can be exciting,

Unless the Mafia families are fighting.

Shaw's Garden or the Jewel Box?

At neither one you'll find a "fox!"

A "fox" you want?

 Just drive your scooters,

To a lovely place called Hooters!

However, they won't let you touch,

So, to the Zoo we love so much,

With milk and a generic Twinky,

We hope the fauna aren't too stinky!

It would be a crying shame,

If you didn't  watch a baseball game,

At Busch Stadium, the cool ball park,

Stay in the lighted areas after dark!

The highways, you will quickly learn,

Can make you take a wrong way turn,

And in EAST St. Louis you will be,

Across the mighty Mississippi,

Stay in your car, now, don't get out,

Just find yourself another route,

Ask no questions, turn around,

And get back to St. Louis town.

There R places you can get FREE BEER,

They are so very near and dear,

To all beer lovers who love the charm,

Of the Busweiser tour, and great Grant's Farm!

The St. Louis Arch is a real must.

It's stainless steel, 

So it don't rust,

My brother Dave, he welded it,

So you can ride to the top,

 and see lot's of "sh..!"

BURMA SHAVE

SATURDAY MORNING POST

TORNADOES STRIKE AMERICA'S HEARTLAND...SOMETHING THAT HAS NEVER, EVER HAPPENED BEFORE

OBAMA LIES...A FIRST FOR THIS TRUSTED PRESIDENT

MADONNA EXPOSES HERSELF IN PUBLIC...TO THE SHOCK AND SURPRISE OF HER DEVOTED FANS

PEOPLE LIVING A FEW FEET FROM RIVERS ARE MYSTIFIED WHEN THEIR HOMES ARE FLOODED...AGAIN

SMOKERS DISCOVER THEY ARE LOSING THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS A YEAR , AND CANNOT FIGURE OUT WHY

PEOPLE WHO BELIEVED THEY WOULD LIVE FOREVER MYSTERIOUSLY DIE WITHOUT PRIOR NOTICE

MAN WHO ENTERS FENCED IN AREA WITH VICIOUS PACK OF SNARLING PIT BULLS IS BITTEN REAL BAD

100 YEAR OLD BILLIONAIRE BAFFLED WHEN HIS TRUSTED BEVY OF BODACIOUS BEAUTIES BEG HIM FOR BUCKS 

YORKIE BARKS AT EVERYTHING THAT MOVES... ALL DAY LONG

FAMOUS AUTHOR/PHOTO JOURNALIST, MARTY WOMBACHER, STUNS THE WORLD BY DRINKING  A BEER

CIA/FBI INVESTIGATION DISCOVERS THAT CHERYL MERRITT, AKA YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS, TALKS WITH A CUTE TEXAS DRAWL

FAN FRIDAY

The funniest man on YouTube is Gounderus!

Gounderus does hilarious, clean comedy that makes me laugh out loud!

How do you feel today? 

It's Friday, so I'll guess you are in a pretty good mood, right?

No? 

Well, where does it hurt?

That's too much information?!

Well then, why don't you kick back and read my blog, and be in the most fantastic mood you could possibly ever imagine, because today is FAN FRIDAY, and I'm featuring GOUNDERUS! The funniest guy on YouTube!!

 I know what you're thinking. "Did 

he fire six shots or only five?" Well, 

to tell you the truth, in all this 

excitement I kind of lost track 

myself. But being as this is a .44 

Magnum, the most powerful 

handgun in the world, and would 

blow your head clean off, you've 

got to ask yourself one question: 

Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?

What just happened there?!!

Anyway, before I interrupted myself, I hardly 

ever laugh out loud at anything, but I always 

laugh at the comedy videos the great 

Gounderus creates!

His silly facial expressions, the funny sounds 

that come out of his mouth, his impressions, and

 creative ideas take me back to the classic 

funnymen of my youth, like Red Skelton, Jackie 

Gleason, Jerry Lewis...

Comedians that still make me laugh when I 

watch old clips of them!

Here are two of my favorite "bits" by 

Gounderus:

As you just saw, Gounderus is super hilarious!

In addition, he is the nicest guy on YouTube!

He shows love and respect to everyone that has 

the honor to know him!

I made a music video about Gounderus,

 The Funniest Guy On YouTube.

It goes something like this:

THOUGHTFUL THURSDAY

I usually have a vague idea of what I'm going to write about, but sometimes I have no idea. Like now.

However, I always seem to come up with something to say, that I think is really interesting by the time I'm finished writing.

What to write? What to write?

Okay, it's thoughtful Thursday, so I need to write something thoughtful.

I don't feel thoughtful.

I actually feel kind of tired and irritated tonight. 

You see, it's really not Thursday at all.

It's Wednesday night.

I usually write my blog (at least most of it) the night before.

Madness Music Monday on Sunday night, Travelin' Tuesday on Monday night, and so on and so forth.

If this is boring you, just stop reading and turn on the T.V.

Go ahead, because I'm bored stiff myself.

It's funny, I act like millions of people are gonna read my profound worms, and everything needs to be just perfect so I don't let down my vast audience!

I don't have a vast audience, I don't even have a half vast audience!

You may remember that a few weeks ago I was gonna give up writing this blog because only "The Wonderful Wombacher" and the beautiful and mysterious "Yellow Rose Of Texas"made comments on it, even though I was getting many more views than just those two saintly people.

Well, hell...when I announced I was thinking about shutting down my blog, a number of people "came out of the woodwork" and told me they loved my blog but just didn't like to comment.

I guess that's true 'cause they still don't make any cock-a-doodie comments!

I use the term "cock-a-doodie" when I'm upset, because that's the word Kathy Bates used in the terrifying movie "Misery" when SHE was upset, and it still sends chills up my spine (or is it DOWN my spine) when I think about it!

Where was I?

Oh, yeah...my Yorkie...Benji.

Will he never stop peeing!

That cock-a-doodie pup NEEDS to go out every two hours, and I take him on a twenty minute walk each time, where he pees and pees and pees and pees on EVERYTHING!

Then, he comes back in the house and pees on his pee pads that we have to put down, because he would pee on the carpet if they weren't there!

The cock-a-doodie little cur!!

On the other hand, he's worth it, because he's so stinking adorable!

See for yourself:

Now, come on, I'm not one to bring politics in to my blog, but don't you think Obama looks like Alfred E. Newman? Be honest!

Okay, here I am driving a bunch of my family members on a long trip, and I'm tired and need someone to talk to me, and keep me awake and alert, so that everyone gets to the destination in a safe manner! 

Riiiight?!!

Wrong!! Everyone is on their stupid electronical devices, texting, or on line, or playing a COCK-A-DOODIE game designed to make COCK-A-DOODIE beeping sounds, to drive me, the innocent driver... NUTS!!

Well...okay...I feel much better now.

I hope you have a calm, soothing, relaxing Thoughtful Thursday!

I love you! 

Especially, Marty and Yellow Rose!!