I had a joke to post but this may be the joke...any of you brains out there wanna tell me what this might mean?...does it mean what I think it does?....got your supply of beans ready?

I found some old pictures of the wild west days...this is a painting that graced the walls of some saloon in the 1800's...they called the fallen women 'soiled doves'...I had to think about that one...wonder what they would think today?...but then I look back at my day and don't see alot of difference...only in violent crime...and younger kids doing it and doing it more often...that is about all the difference I see...and that I might even be seeing wrong as I think back....so maybe it is still "soiled doves"...there is nothing new under the sun...I have no rhyme of reason tonight...everyone has gone to the City for the week-end and I am home alone...hehehe...didn't do anything today...rested...tomorrow I should be ready to go...I don't have to babysit til Tuesday night!!!so I'm free as the breeze...do as I please....I saw that song at Youtube last night and TomT. Hall was singin it...I love it...my Momma loved it...my youngest daughter will be 27 this year...time marches on...all my kids were teenagers at once and they march out of the teens one after another and then the twenties a nd now the thirties...with six kids you can only imagine how it makes me feel...my oldest is the one with the longest space between..she was born in71...the next fell like this..76...77....79...81...82...guess I figured it out..would seem so anyway...gonna jump off here or I'll sit here and give myself the blues...later gaters..

I'm about half nuts tonight...this is something...these kids are wound for sound...the other night they were playing and this is what I found

we all know the throne is higher than our head...right?...

why do they put the picture on the back?..my grandson refuses to wear them right...

latest addition to the house..they call her Polly...after Polly Pockets I guess...

the reason granny wears roller skates...

Imagine the following:  
You have just made it through your wedding ceremony and have stepped out on   the front steps of the church. The photographer raises his camera. Following a   family tradition, both of you hold white doves which you will release together.  
You  and your new spouse stand shoulder to shoulder, each with a dove in your hands as your friends and family eagerly wait.  The photographer gives the signal and   you both open your hands toward the sky.  Not a  dry eye anywhere, the camera flashes; the moment is saved for eternity...
 
 
 
 
(you think the doves are going to poop, don't  you ?)   









 






That's why fit is soooooooooo important!!!  
 

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just passin' through...babysitting so my time is short...been a beautiful week-end...went exploreing a near by town...found a cool pre-Civil War girls shool.."Rose Hill"...will be back later when the kids go to bed...have a great night...