THE OLD PROSPECTORS DIGGINGS: May 2009

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Mothers Day 2009

My Mom has not been with me since December of 2000 and yet there is still not a day that goes by that I don't think of her and wish she was here to impart some of her old-fashioned country wisdom on me. I think that everyone has a world of things to thank their Mother for. I look at people who act as though their Mom is going to be around forever and I hear other people being disrespectful and sometimes even rude to the person who brought them into this world and gave them life. Maybe their life has not the easiest or best, but they did not have to walk in their mother's shoes and most of them do not yet realize what their Mom gave up so they could have something. Only when their Mom is no longer with them will they realize what they have lost. Yes, it will be too late. So while you still have the opportunity, call your mom and just say "I Love You" without any reason. Don't wait for Mothers Day, do it every day and you will never regret it.

Lessons from the Old Prospector

The old prospector plodded into town leading his old faithful mule. After a three month stint in the desert, the old man headed straight for the only saloon in town to clear his parched throat.
He walked up to the front of the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitching rail. As he stood there brushing off some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.
The young gunslinger looked at the old man through alcohol blurred eyes and laughing loudly, said, "Hey old man, have you ever danced?"
The old prospector looked up at the gunslinger and said, "Nope, I never did dance, -- just never wanted to."
A crowd from the saloon had gathered quickly and the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna' dance now!", and started shooting at the old man's feet. The old prospector, in order to not get a toe blown off or his boots perforated, was soon hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet and everybody was laughing fit to be tied.
When the last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon. The old man reached over to his pack mule, pulled out a double barreled shotgun, and cocked both hammers back. The loud, audible double clicks carried clearly through the desert air. The crowd stopped laughing immediately. Even through the booze, the young gunslinger heard the sounds, too, and he turned around very slowly.
The quiet was almost deafening. The still crowd watched as the young gunman stared back at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin barrels. He found it hard to swallow. The barrels of the shotgun never wavered In the old man's hands.
The old man said, "Son, did you ever kiss a mule's rear end?"
The young bully swallowed hard and said, "No, but I've always wanted to."
So, there are two lessons to be learned from this story:
First: Don’t waste your ammunition; Second: Don't mess with old prospectors.

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Sunday, May 10, 2009

Mothers Day 2009

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