I could have posted several more pictures showing where I have posted "
dead people" all around my house, but you get it from these two. I love my dead
people. They don't talk back, gossip about me, they never make
me feel guilty, they also do not cost me a dime, they don't ask me to babysit, get them any
groceries, help them work on their computer, (that's a joke), complain, get sick
and need all sorts of help, or even bitch about anything in particular. Our
Indian Ancestors
among other ancestors told us we should honor our "dead people" because they
take care of us. They even believed they took care of the land we live on. I say what if they get/got reincarnated and they are one of our neighbors. Well I am
prepared for sure for my reincarnated ancestor neighbor to see I have his or her
picture well displayed. I am safe! No family ghosts gonna have anything on me. Little interesting TRUE story:
At the luncheon after my Granddaddy's funeral in the 80's, his wife's niece Sandy, who he disliked a lot, was raising her wine glass as she said something "smart-mouth" of which no one can remember because at that exact moment her wine glass shattered with a brisk clang directly in her hand! Seriously! You could have heard a pin drop. It was my Granddaddy and everybody new it. He just didn't like her at all and he always got the last word. Dead or Alive! He is the top center picture in uniform in the black barn window frame. Sorry about the messy black paint but I couldn't find the razor blades to fix my paint overages....... You can see I have dead people displayed from floor to ceiling. And in my kitchen I have a 4 x 6 yellowish antique pic of my favorite G-ma and G-pa right next to the toaster. Eeewww do ya think that might be in bad taste?... like they are toast, gone. I also have them on a shelf right here next to my "puter desk." Hey they liked me so its a good re-memory! Another one of my own words? Another short TRUE story:
Once when I was going to marry and shouldn't have, that very picture flew off the wall. It was hanging over my bed. Yup truth! So I watch for that picture to fly off if I have any big decisions going on. Really. Or maybe I just don't have the art prints I want yet. I wouldn't want my dead people to hear that, nor do I want my wine glass to burst, so sssshhhh!
So until I find something interesting or funny, be safe, be well, be happy, and get rich just for fun.
At the luncheon after my Granddaddy's funeral in the 80's, his wife's niece Sandy, who he disliked a lot, was raising her wine glass as she said something "smart-mouth" of which no one can remember because at that exact moment her wine glass shattered with a brisk clang directly in her hand! Seriously! You could have heard a pin drop. It was my Granddaddy and everybody new it. He just didn't like her at all and he always got the last word. Dead or Alive! He is the top center picture in uniform in the black barn window frame. Sorry about the messy black paint but I couldn't find the razor blades to fix my paint overages....... You can see I have dead people displayed from floor to ceiling. And in my kitchen I have a 4 x 6 yellowish antique pic of my favorite G-ma and G-pa right next to the toaster. Eeewww do ya think that might be in bad taste?... like they are toast, gone. I also have them on a shelf right here next to my "puter desk." Hey they liked me so its a good re-memory! Another one of my own words? Another short TRUE story:
Once when I was going to marry and shouldn't have, that very picture flew off the wall. It was hanging over my bed. Yup truth! So I watch for that picture to fly off if I have any big decisions going on. Really. Or maybe I just don't have the art prints I want yet. I wouldn't want my dead people to hear that, nor do I want my wine glass to burst, so sssshhhh!
So until I find something interesting or funny, be safe, be well, be happy, and get rich just for fun.
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