Pondering, Pondering

So here we are at an Internet connected motel in beautiful downtown Brookings, which is about as far south as you can go in Oregon without being in California. And to get where we're going, we need to go into California before we can find our next destination in Oregon. Pray for us.

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It seemeth to me that I recently ran a b**g telling the truth about men. This is about women, sorta:

MENtal illness, MENstrual cramps, MENtal breakdown, MENopause. Ever notice how all of women's problems start with men?

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Bubba and Junior were standing at the base of a flagpole looking up. A blonde lady walked by and asked what they were doing.

"We're supposed to find the height of the flagpole," said Bubba. "But we don't have a ladder."

The blonde woman took a wrench from her purse, loosened a few bolts, and laid the pole down. Then she took a tape measure from her pocket, took a measurement and announced, "Eighteen feet, six inches," and walked away.

Junior shook his head and laughed. "Ain't that just like a dumb blonde? We ask for the height and she gives us the length."

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My favorite phrase today is ham and eggs. N., good for dinner, too. Def.: A day's work for a chicken, a lifetime commitment for a pig.