Random Robby Ramblings
Not to brag, but I already have a date for New Year’s Eve. Yep it’s December 31st, 2022
Youth is when you’re allowed to stay up late on New Year’s Eve. Old age is when you’re forced to..
What New Year’s resolution should a basketball player never make? To Travel More
Did you hear about the guy who started fixing breakfast at midnight on Dec. 31? He was planning on a New Years Toast!
Why did the man sprinkle sugar on his pillow on New Year’s Eve? He hoped to start the new year with sweeeet dreams
At the beginning of this year I made a New Year’s resolution to lose 10 pounds … Only have 15 more to go…
My resolution was to read more… So I put the subtitles on my TV
I was going to quit all my bad habits for the new year … But nobody likes a quitter!
What is a New Year’s resolution? Something that goes in one year and out the other.
My New Year’s resolution is to start my own sheep farm
I’ve already found the perfect location in Seattle and I already moved over there. Now I’m just waiting for the first animals to arrive, because for the moment I’m basically Sheepless in Seattle …
A guy goes to a New Year’s Day party. There are hundreds of people, holiday music is playing.
A few groups of people are playing cards. Others are shooting billiards. Yet another group is sitting around a warm fire telling stories. Everyone seems to be having a wonderful time. Realizing he is hungry, the man gets in a large queue and starts chatting with an old friend. After many minutes go by, he realizes he is not in the food line at all. He asks his friend about if this is the right line. “Oh, no,” the friend said…
“This is the punchline.”
Wrote my 2022 New Years Day Goals
My top goal this year. Stay negative everyday.
If I don’t, 5-10 day isolation for being positive.
It’s kinda harsh but it will be very contagious and catchy.
You might say, It’ll go viral.
Q: What lies on the ground, 100 feet in the air?
A: A dead centipede.
Q: Who were Frosty’s parents?
A: Mom and Pop Sicle.
Fun With Oxymorons
Twelve-ounce pound cake
“Now, then …”
The Doll and the White Rose
I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I would be in here forever and I just had so much to do. Christmas was beginning to become such a drag. I kinda wished that I could just sleep through Christmas. But I hurried the best I could through all the people to the toy department.
Once again I kind of mumbled to myself at the prices of all these toys and wondered if the grandkids would even play with them. I found myself in the doll aisle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a little boy about 5 holding a lovely doll. He kept touching her hair and he held her so gently. I could not seem to help myself. I just kept looking over at the little boy and wondered who the doll was for.
I watched him turn to a woman and he called his aunt by name and said, “Are you sure I don’t have enough money?” She replied a bit impatiently, “You know that you don’t have enough money for it.” The aunt told the little boy not to go anywhere, that she had to go get some other things, and would be back in a few minutes. And then she left the aisle. The boy continued to hold the doll.
After a bit, I asked the boy who the doll was for. He said, “It’s the doll my sister wanted so badly for Christmas. She just knew that Santa would bring it.” I told him that maybe Santa was going to bring it. He said, “No, Santa can’t go where my sister is. I have to give the doll to my Mamma to take to her.”
I asked him where his sister was. He looked at me with the saddest eyes and said, “She was gone to be with Jesus. My Daddy says that Mamma is going to have to go be with her.”
My heart nearly stopped beating.
Then the boy looked at me again and said, “I told my Daddy to tell Mamma not to go yet. I told him to tell her to wait till I got back from the store.” Then he asked me if I wanted to see his picture. I told him I would love to. He pulled out some pictures he’d had taken at the front of the store. He said, “I want my Mamma to take this with her so she don’t ever forget me. I love my Mamma so very much and I wish she did not have to leave me, but Daddy says she will need to be with my sister.”
I saw that the little boy had lowered his head and had grown so very quiet. While he was not looking I reached into my purse and pulled out a handful of bills. I asked the little boy, “Shall we count that money one more time?” He grew excited and said, “Yes, I just know it has to be enough.” So I slipped my money in with his and we began to count it.
Of course it was plenty for the doll. He softly said, “Thank you Jesus for giving me enough money.” Then the boy said, “I just asked Jesus to give me enough money to buy this doll so Mamma can take it with her to give to my sister, and he heard my prayer. I wanted to ask him for enough to buy my Mamma a white rose, but I didn’t ask him, but he gave me enough to buy the doll and a rose for my Mamma. She loves white roses so very, very much.”
In a few minutes the aunt came back and I wheeled my cart away. I could not keep from thinking about the little boy as I finished my shopping in a totally different spirit than when I had started. And I kept remembering a story I had seen in the newspaper several days earlier about a drunk driver hitting a car and killing a little girl and the Mother was in serious condition. The family was deciding on whether to remove the life support. Now surely this little boy did not belong with that story.
Two days later, I read in the paper where the family had disconnected the life support and the young woman had died. I could not forget the little boy and just kept wondering if the two were somehow connected. Later that day, I could not help myself and I went out and bought some white roses and took them to the funeral home where the young woman was.
And there she was holding a lovely white rose, the beautiful doll, and the picture of the little boy in the store. I left there in tears, my life changed forever. The love that little boy had for his little sister and his mother was overwhelming.
And in a split second a drunk driver had ripped the life of that little boy to pieces.
– Written by V.A. Bailey –
This holiday season, and throughout the year, PLEASE DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE!