Ole Deb’s Pretty Hard On Me, and Our Good Friend, Sandra

Good morning guys, and as our son Red says… “what’s up?” We hope today finds every one doing just great, but speaking of today…how’d it get to be Friday already?? Man, time flies anymore! Honestly, I can’t believe how quick it clicks by. I’ve always heard that’s just a symptom of aging, but at this point, I’m still not so sure! I’ve also heard my last statement is probably denial! LOL!

Well, let’s start off this morning asking you guys for prayers once again. We have a friend, Gary, who was just told that he may indeed have cancer. Gary will know within the next couple of weeks, once his test results are back in. Let’s all pray that this is simply a false alarm!

Gary though, belongs to a church in the Ocala area, and those guys have had Deb on their prayer list since about the time we let it out about Deb’s situation. They, not unlike all of you, have been so outstanding in the fact that you guys have all been saying prayers for Deb.

Because of this, we know for a fact that they have helped Deb so much already, and they’re a big reason for her doing so well. Thank you all again! So when we hear of a situation similar to Deb’s, once we become aware of this, we ask for your help anymore. It DOES…make a difference!

Gary, good luck, and we got your back, buddy!

On another similar note, I’d like to say a few words about our good friend, and now a permanent member of “the Bronson Clan,” Sandra, or as I like to call her…Mississippi!

Mississippi had been fighting cancer since 1998, and at the end of this past year it was announced…she’s cancer free! God has truly blessed Sandra and her family!

Deb spoke with Sandra yesterday and Sandra is doing outstanding! She’s been outside plantin seeds in her beds, and told Deb she feels just great. Sandra is one of God’s miracles, and we’re so proud of her! She’s a great lady and has been a rock for Deb in her own struggle! Thank you Mississippi for all you’ve done in our behalf, and words can’t say enough!

Anyway, Deb sends me out to the greenhouse yesterday afternoon, and she stays on the porch and gives Sandra a ring without my being aware of this. I mean, I could care less normally over who she gives a ring on the dern phone, but she knows I like to visit with Mississippi too!

Well, yesterday she decided to slip one by me, and gave Sandra a shout! I know what it is though…she’s STILL ticked with me cause I killed those dad-gum tomato and cucumber sets I’d put out. Deb WILL…hold a grudge, and this is just one example.

She had already told me if we’re goin to work together and grow these plants off from seed, then take them out and set em to grow off outside, then I better TIGHTEN up on my end, OR, she won’t continue to help me!

So, by her not helpin out yesterday afternoon, THEN callin Mississippi without tellin me, KNOWING full well I appreciate everything Mississippi has done for us both, she knew she was givin me a “double-whammy,” and it’d aggravate me!

ALL THIS, over a few dern plants. Well, I gotta tell you guys right now, IN MY OPINION, the dern things didn’t look all that great when I set em out anyway! She thinks I’m a “miracle worker” I guess.

After all the grief I’ve lived with the past week or two over those plants, “I KILLED,” I’m thinking hard of calling out a preacher prior to settin anymore, just so he can come out and “bless em,” for I set em in the ground! LOL!

Any of you other male readers have to put up with such abuse from your spouse? I’m considerin startin a yearly thing here on the site…a “National Say It, Don’t Spray It Day!” It would be a day that all us menfolk could send in ALL the things that our wives aggravate us with!

I’m still tryin to figure out though, how to keep our wives from getting their hands on this! Phew…we’d be in trouble for sure, huh? Help me out some here guys!

The reason for the name? Well, think about it.

If you’re like me, ole Deb can get me SO teed off, that I can’t get my words to come out of my dern mouth! All I can do is attempt to express my thoughts, madder than a firecracker, but they come out in a stutterin, mumblin, jumble of spittle! Coherent speech is literally impossible! LOL!

Seriously though, we are tickled that Sandra is doing so very well!

She told Deb yesterday that she’d told her husband the other night that her muscles were sore. He replied simply, that the reason was because she’d been out doin yard work.

Sandra said, “Look, you’re missin the ENTIRE point here! It’s been so long since I’ve HAD MUSCLES to be sore…the REAL point here is that I’m just glad to HAVE some muscles…to be sore!”

See there guys, did ya catch that? I’d of missed that one too! My answer would have been the same as his, BUT, once more, it’d have been wrong?? I tell ya, you just can’t use any type of logic when speakin with a dern woman! LOL! It NEVER works!

There is a bright side though to my not getting to speak with Mississippi yesterday. Deb says Sandra was getting another call comin in while they were talkin. It seems Sandra had one of her dogs at the vet, and thought the call comin in was probably the vet letting her know her dog was ready to be picked up.

So, with that bein the case, my reasonin that it probably was best I didn’t talk with her, is simple. The way I like to talk, and I do like to talk if you guys hadn’t noticed, is that if we’d have been talkin, the poor little feller probably would have spent the night at the vet’s…cause I’d of still been talkin!

So, even though I hate I didn’t get to speak with you yesterday Sandra, it probably was for the best! Catch ya next time!

Let’s close out with a joke or two, and shut er done for today. For Deb gets up and starts waggin that finger of hers!

These come from our friend Diane once more! Thanks Diane!


A Sunday school, the teacher decided to have her young class memorize one of the most quoted passages in the Bible – Psalm 23. She gave the youngsters a month to learn the chapter.
Little Rick was excited about the task – but he just couldn’t remember the Psalm. After much practice, he could barely get past the first line.

On the day that the kids were scheduled to recite Psalm 23 in front of the congregation, Ricky was so nervous. When it was his turn, he stepped up to the microphone and said proudly, “The Lord is my Shepherd, and that’s all I need to know.”


The preacher’s 5 year-old daughter noticed that her father always paused and bowed his head for a moment before starting his sermon.

One day, she asked him why. “Well, Honey,” he began, proud that his daughter was so observant of his messages. “I’m asking the Lord to help me preach a good sermon.”

“How come He doesn’t answer it?” she asked.

You guys have a great day, and God Bless! Deb says to keep a smile on your face, and one in your heart!

Dub and Deb

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5 Responses to Ole Deb’s Pretty Hard On Me, and Our Good Friend, Sandra

  1. Gary Bass says:

    You folks are such a blessing. Deb you’re still on our prayer list.

  2. Sandra says:

    Dear Admin.
    Sorry I had to cut Deb short on our last call. Our Buddy is a mini Dasch (red)
    our Buddy is a little porker and loves to eat and is slightly morbidly obese. To make
    a long story short it was indeed a call from the Vet to collect our Buddy. Our Buddy
    had eaten and extremely large processed smoked bone that his sister brought him from Tenn. as a present. Buddy had some severe gastro problems. Vet said give him an enema. Did that, not much happened, think he absorbed the enema. Vet said give him another. Come Monday morning we decided to let the Vet do it. Sure nuff the call was from the Vet. Collect Buddy. A week of Vet enemas and many dollars later
    Buddy came home free of large chunks of bone that would not come out of tiny Buddy.
    Vet said to be sure Buddy is free of bone let’s X-ray him. No bone, all gone. But, but
    what is THAT! A NEEDLE! Buddy also somewhere, somehow ate a NEEDLE! Buddy came home before the weekend with some instructions. Load him up with all the food he can eat, keep him full, the needle is almost at the exit. The other part of the instruction was walk him on a tether or leash, for Buddy could not be left alone to take care of his most intimate bodily functions. It had to be collected and examined
    for a NEEDLE! I walked him and collected his leavings like the dutiful pet owner I am. Put them in a jar with a lot of bleach and dishwashing liquid let it melt and strained it through an old tea strainer. No NEEDLE! Buddy had a follow up visit this week for an X-ray to see if the needle was gone. NOOOOO! there right there going round the bend. Husband brought Buddy home from his check up and said we have to work on it just a little bit more. Threw all of Buddy’s diagnostic equipment in the garbage, put away his leash and opened the front door and said ” Go get’em boy”.
    So sorry I had to go that day Deb, but as they say ” had more and bigger fish to fry.”
    For anybody interested Buddy is doing fine. Said he appreciated that nice trip to the SPA we sent him to. He especially liked his female Nurses. I prefer planting seeds.
    Be well and be safe All.

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