Mu ha ha ha ha ha!

I am The Phantom of the Blog-world!!!
This blog is mine now! Fear me, you weak, pathetic mortals.
I will have my way with your posts, and there is nothing you can do about it!
MWA HA HA HA!

MOOO-VE OVER MUNCHKINS!!!

WELLLLL.....

JUST WHEN you thought it was safe to go to the Oz Fest in Chittenango.....

AND WE TWISTED THE DAY AWAY.....

Hard Times For My Brother

Guys...

I need to ask you for a favor. My brother Phil, who lives in Georgia, and his wife Joyce have had a remarkable month. On April 2nd, his grandson, 16 year old Jamie, broke his neck when he dove into shallow water. At this time he is paralyzed from the chest down. The doctors are hoping for some recovery, but it would take a miracle to see him walk again.
A few days ago, my brother's youngest daughter Debbie, a wife and mother, felt a tingling in her hands. By the end of the day, she could no longer walk, or talk. At the hospital she was diagnosed with tumor inside her spinal chord. If it is Hodgkin's disease, it is treatable. If not...the diagnosis is grim.
Two miracles are needed here. And one more for the incredible tensions put on my brother and his family from the ordeal. They are devout believers.
Please put these folks into your prayers .

Love,
pop

For My Lady..

My own dear mom is gone away
And Heaven bound, for sure
So when I need a mom these days
How do I find a cure?

My lady fair, my dearest one
The days I hurt the most
Are days I find your golden hair
Will chase away the Ghosts

The Ghosts of fear, of loneliness
of hunger and of pain
One touch from you, my sweetest friend
And they are gone again

One kiss from you, one gentle smile
and all is washed away
And once again, I am led to
A cleaner, brighter day

I thank the Lord for many things
Upon His throne above
For making sure my family
Stays safe and warm and loved

For giving us our secure lives
For saving us with grace
For giving our lives meaning
As we look towards His face

But most of all I thank My Lord
For Mothers in my life
My dear and loving daughters
My precious treasured wife

Hey Deb, I couldn't have done any of it without you.

I love you...

peter

HAPPY MAMA'S DAY

TO AL YOU GUYS..

And, of course, to my own lovely lady, the mother of my mothers, The Debster.

Hey...

I am proud of all of you. Your kids couldn't have done better. You are wonderful, caring teachers, cuddlers, carers, tireless workers, endless lovers of your kids....

I thank God for all of you. Especially for my beautiful wife.

I love you all.

pop

NEW FRIENDS!!!

HEY!!......

One of the coolest things about rv-ing, is the neat ways you can make fast friends!

Here's our latest: ME AND SAMMY

DEB AND ALICE

AND A GRAND TIME WAS HAD BY ALL!!!!!!!

POP

THE TERRIBLE TRUTH....

IS FINALLY TOLD.......

Hundreds of years have passed....Since that fateful day.

The small tribe couldn't possibly know what lay ahead of them the day that they decided to settle where no man had ever lived before...the Florida sea-swamp...

It seemed to be ideal for their needs. Fish and game were plentiful. Nobody around to bother you. Aside from the gators, and the airliner sized mosquitos, life was perfect. Until...

How could they, or anyone else have known about the gigantic void lurking directly beneath their encampment? How???

And, so, one fateful night, beneath a moon as full as a turkey's behind, the world ended for them. No warning, just a loud, sucking, smacking sound...and they were gone.

No survivors. None. Nada. Bupkiss. Nary a one. Zip. Zero.

Sad, so you say. And, I say, but wait! The worst is yet to come. For we find, hundreds of years later, that these poor lost souls never made it to their happy hunting grounds. They were captured by the earth and mud, and held forever captive...

Centuries later, the evidence is found in the lone cypress tree that grows in the exact spot of the disaster.

Their silent screams, forever falling on deafened ears....

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Th..th..th..th..th..that's all folks!