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Friday 12/25/2020 Merry Christmas
Hello everyone,
My favorite daughter made Christmas cookies this week. I am in cookie monster heaven. There is a roast in the oven and the gifts are opened to another Christmas.
Christmas far too often becomes a gathering of family to celebrate together and rejoin as a family unit. However, this misses the point of Christmas. This is the day we set aside to remember God humbling himself to become one of us. He does not enter this Earth as a triumphant king, but a baby born into meager existence. He came to show us the way to join him in glory for all of eternity. Christ came as a teacher, profit, and king.
Christ taught us to rely on God as he relied on his Father. He taught in such a way that the haughty didn’t understand what he was saying. The humble not only understood, but rejoiced in his teaching.
As a profit, he was the ultimate model to live for God as he led a blameless life. Through his examples of living and dying for God, we can see how to live our life to serve God and our neighbors. He pointed out the wrong and highlighted the good in the world.
Jesus was born to be king and everything he did while on Earth prepared the way for his eternal reign in heaven. Furthermore, the path he blazed as king was cleared so that his followers may join him as he sits to the right hand of the Father.
Luke 2:8-14 “And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
If you have read any of my books, please post a review on Goodreads and Amazon.
God bless,
Danny Mac
My favorite daughter made Christmas cookies this week. I am in cookie monster heaven. There is a roast in the oven and the gifts are opened to another Christmas.
Christmas far too often becomes a gathering of family to celebrate together and rejoin as a family unit. However, this misses the point of Christmas. This is the day we set aside to remember God humbling himself to become one of us. He does not enter this Earth as a triumphant king, but a baby born into meager existence. He came to show us the way to join him in glory for all of eternity. Christ came as a teacher, profit, and king.
Christ taught us to rely on God as he relied on his Father. He taught in such a way that the haughty didn’t understand what he was saying. The humble not only understood, but rejoiced in his teaching.
As a profit, he was the ultimate model to live for God as he led a blameless life. Through his examples of living and dying for God, we can see how to live our life to serve God and our neighbors. He pointed out the wrong and highlighted the good in the world.
Jesus was born to be king and everything he did while on Earth prepared the way for his eternal reign in heaven. Furthermore, the path he blazed as king was cleared so that his followers may join him as he sits to the right hand of the Father.
Luke 2:8-14 “And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
If you have read any of my books, please post a review on Goodreads and Amazon.
God bless,
Danny Mac
Christmas Bonus
Friday 12/25/2020
Hello everyone,
So, dinner has been served and the dishes are almost cleaned. I had to rest with my back when started to hurt. Well I was washing the dishes, pots and pans from our Christmas dinner, I remembered our dog sitting from just outside the dining room staring at us. She had a look of a Dicken’s street urchin begging for food while not trying to be conspicuous about it. The sad tone of her expression was saying that her family only gave her crumbs from the table and she hadn’t had a full meal in weeks or maybe months. If she could speak, I am sure I would have heard in a very childlike voice, “Please sir, may I have a single bite of the roast you are partaking in?”
For the record, she eats every morning before coffee and breakfast for the humans. A second meal at four o’clock every afternoon. I can honestly say, she has never missed a meal in her seven years of life. Oh, she did get a Christmas treat, her afternoon meal included the meat dripping from the cutting board and some left over fat from a couple of plates. She has been out and now laying down dreaming doggo dreams.
If you have read any of my books, please post a review on Goodreads and Amazon.
God bless,
Danny Mac
Hello everyone,
So, dinner has been served and the dishes are almost cleaned. I had to rest with my back when started to hurt. Well I was washing the dishes, pots and pans from our Christmas dinner, I remembered our dog sitting from just outside the dining room staring at us. She had a look of a Dicken’s street urchin begging for food while not trying to be conspicuous about it. The sad tone of her expression was saying that her family only gave her crumbs from the table and she hadn’t had a full meal in weeks or maybe months. If she could speak, I am sure I would have heard in a very childlike voice, “Please sir, may I have a single bite of the roast you are partaking in?”
For the record, she eats every morning before coffee and breakfast for the humans. A second meal at four o’clock every afternoon. I can honestly say, she has never missed a meal in her seven years of life. Oh, she did get a Christmas treat, her afternoon meal included the meat dripping from the cutting board and some left over fat from a couple of plates. She has been out and now laying down dreaming doggo dreams.
If you have read any of my books, please post a review on Goodreads and Amazon.
God bless,
Danny Mac
Friday 01/01/2021
Hello everyone,
I am ran out of Christmas cookies. It seems other people in the house have been eating them when I wasn’t looking because they went a lot faster than expected.
It is the New Year’s Day, the beginning of a new year. May the New Year bring you hope, joy and love.
Many people like to review the year for their accomplishments. However, this year, I will review my dog, Ginger and her great feats. During this year, she has warned us against 345 UPS trucks, 285 Fed Ex trucks, 160 Prime trucks, 52 times the trash truck, and 12 protections from the electrical meter reader’s car. We were safe all year in her eyes from these malicious vehicles.
In addition to the wicked means of transportation, there were countless times neighbors retrieving their mail made an aggressive and demonstrable motion while walking to their box. This also set her into protective mode and she let out her howling bark of a high soprano which makes everyone in the house jump to see the evil lurking among us.
She has made significant improvement in safety over the years. We used to have leaves that floated across our yard with the force to destroy our house and she has barked them into submission. Now, they know not to be so aggressive. There was a single robin with beady eyes and menacing beak terrorizing our yard until Ginger’s howl scared it away. It has been several years of freedom from that evil robin.
Ginger vows to keep us safe from all these evils in the upcoming year as she has in the past. She is most diligent in her protection of her family.
If you have read any of my books, please leave a review on Goodreads and Amazon.
God bless,
Danny Mac
I am ran out of Christmas cookies. It seems other people in the house have been eating them when I wasn’t looking because they went a lot faster than expected.
It is the New Year’s Day, the beginning of a new year. May the New Year bring you hope, joy and love.
Many people like to review the year for their accomplishments. However, this year, I will review my dog, Ginger and her great feats. During this year, she has warned us against 345 UPS trucks, 285 Fed Ex trucks, 160 Prime trucks, 52 times the trash truck, and 12 protections from the electrical meter reader’s car. We were safe all year in her eyes from these malicious vehicles.
In addition to the wicked means of transportation, there were countless times neighbors retrieving their mail made an aggressive and demonstrable motion while walking to their box. This also set her into protective mode and she let out her howling bark of a high soprano which makes everyone in the house jump to see the evil lurking among us.
She has made significant improvement in safety over the years. We used to have leaves that floated across our yard with the force to destroy our house and she has barked them into submission. Now, they know not to be so aggressive. There was a single robin with beady eyes and menacing beak terrorizing our yard until Ginger’s howl scared it away. It has been several years of freedom from that evil robin.
Ginger vows to keep us safe from all these evils in the upcoming year as she has in the past. She is most diligent in her protection of her family.
If you have read any of my books, please leave a review on Goodreads and Amazon.
God bless,
Danny Mac
Friday 01/08/2021
Hello everyone,
Christmas is past and a new year is upon us. Hopefully, 2021 is a better year. The only problem I see now is it is followed by 2022 (too, as in the second 2020).
I am a day late getting this week’s blog. Yesterday was a little busy and it slipped my mind until late evening. Being a morning person, I don’t do well in the evening. My wife and daughter are evening people and believe morning suck. Sometimes I wake with a song in my heart and it comes out in a quiet hum. This is met with a guttural growl that scares even the dog. So, I don’t make any noise before the first cup of coffee that even comes close to being pleasant. Happy wife, happy life.
This morning there is a bright light shining in our kitchen. I remember this brightness from the depths of my memory. I peek out the window to see the sky is blue and not the gray that northern Ohioans grow accustom to every January. I searched my memory and I remember the bright light is called sunshine. It has a very warming effect on the spirit once your eyes grow accustom to it.
I finished gathering short stories from the past twenty years and put them in book form. This new book has 56 thousand words. The stories cover everything from romance to heart break and humorous to heart breaking. They are stories about people trying to make through life. They are glimpses into their lives exposing an important moment to them and sharing them with the world. Look for this book in spring of 2021.
The Fighting Son is waiting on the final cover design. Then I can put the finishing touches on the book and order a proof. It is still on schedule for release date of January 31.
If you have read any of my books, please leave a review on Goodreads and Amazon.
God bless,
Danny Mac
Christmas is past and a new year is upon us. Hopefully, 2021 is a better year. The only problem I see now is it is followed by 2022 (too, as in the second 2020).
I am a day late getting this week’s blog. Yesterday was a little busy and it slipped my mind until late evening. Being a morning person, I don’t do well in the evening. My wife and daughter are evening people and believe morning suck. Sometimes I wake with a song in my heart and it comes out in a quiet hum. This is met with a guttural growl that scares even the dog. So, I don’t make any noise before the first cup of coffee that even comes close to being pleasant. Happy wife, happy life.
This morning there is a bright light shining in our kitchen. I remember this brightness from the depths of my memory. I peek out the window to see the sky is blue and not the gray that northern Ohioans grow accustom to every January. I searched my memory and I remember the bright light is called sunshine. It has a very warming effect on the spirit once your eyes grow accustom to it.
I finished gathering short stories from the past twenty years and put them in book form. This new book has 56 thousand words. The stories cover everything from romance to heart break and humorous to heart breaking. They are stories about people trying to make through life. They are glimpses into their lives exposing an important moment to them and sharing them with the world. Look for this book in spring of 2021.
The Fighting Son is waiting on the final cover design. Then I can put the finishing touches on the book and order a proof. It is still on schedule for release date of January 31.
If you have read any of my books, please leave a review on Goodreads and Amazon.
God bless,
Danny Mac
Friday 01/22/2021 My Dog is a Karen pt. 2
Hello everyone,
Listening to stories about Karens, they are self-centered creatures believing the world revolves around them with a very short attention span. When something does grab their attention, they hang onto the glimmer of truth even though looking at the bigger picture, it is not true. This is my dog.
We have a bell for her to ring when she wants out. The other day while writing a chapter in my next book I hear the bell ring. I mosey down the stairs to her door and as I approach, mom moves upstairs. This catches her attention and she races away to see mom in the kitchen. I get back to where I was, catch the rhythm before the interruption, and then Bing Bing goes her bell. I get up and go to let her out and my favorite daughter moves from her room. Zoom up the steps the dog races to see her sister. Maybe she will drop a snack in the middle of the afternoon.
I become settled at my desk again and review where I was to begin writing again. Then a marvelous thought crosses my mind of a quick anecdote within the chapter. It is funny and witty while keeping with character of the people in the story. My fat fingers hunt and peck the keys with a flurry as the thought humorously leaves my brain. In the middle of this amazing segment, I hear Bing, Bing and I speed up my typing. However, my delay and the fact she put it off two times before, my dog has a full blown Karen attack and hits the bell five more times until she sees me coming down the steps.
If you have read any of my books, please leave a review on Goodreads and Amazon.
God bless,
Danny Mac
Listening to stories about Karens, they are self-centered creatures believing the world revolves around them with a very short attention span. When something does grab their attention, they hang onto the glimmer of truth even though looking at the bigger picture, it is not true. This is my dog.
We have a bell for her to ring when she wants out. The other day while writing a chapter in my next book I hear the bell ring. I mosey down the stairs to her door and as I approach, mom moves upstairs. This catches her attention and she races away to see mom in the kitchen. I get back to where I was, catch the rhythm before the interruption, and then Bing Bing goes her bell. I get up and go to let her out and my favorite daughter moves from her room. Zoom up the steps the dog races to see her sister. Maybe she will drop a snack in the middle of the afternoon.
I become settled at my desk again and review where I was to begin writing again. Then a marvelous thought crosses my mind of a quick anecdote within the chapter. It is funny and witty while keeping with character of the people in the story. My fat fingers hunt and peck the keys with a flurry as the thought humorously leaves my brain. In the middle of this amazing segment, I hear Bing, Bing and I speed up my typing. However, my delay and the fact she put it off two times before, my dog has a full blown Karen attack and hits the bell five more times until she sees me coming down the steps.
If you have read any of my books, please leave a review on Goodreads and Amazon.
God bless,
Danny Mac
Friday 06/04/2021: Too Good to Be True
Hello everyone,
I sold windows to the hot metals industry for twenty years. This meant knowing the industry but more important knowing the client. There were many precious hours spent researching the client and the contact. I knew the operation of the mill, the name of the contact, and their position with an idea of what they did. If it was wrong and being a steel mill, it usually ended with some curse words. However, most of the time the research paid off and I spoke to the person for some time.
Upon retiring, I took on a new profession of writing books. Currently, there are four books published under my pen name. As an independent book writer, it makes me a book seller. As a book promoter, my pen name and books are on many social media sites. In recognition of my position, people contact me to promote books. Typically their first contact goes:
Dear Sir,
Hope you are doing well. I am a book promoter with great experience in social media with 200,000 (up to 20,000,000) followers. You will increase your sales by hiring me.
To be clear, each one of these contacts sound verbatim. One even guaranteed me more sales. Upon asking about the guarantee, he switched to another sales tactic. The few I contacted back, “Where and how would you advertise my book?” Invariably, the reply was it depends on your genre.
Please note, the expert promotors DM my pen name where I broadcast my brand for people to easily see my books. Every book promotors didn’t or wouldn’t take the time to see my brand and instead asked for my genre. It might have taken about five minute to gather and learn the history of my books just by going through my threads.
I am now convinced, they really do not care about selling books and they just want to sell their service. They all have Gmail accounts with no company name associated with them. They promise an ad for their followers to have a chance to see it. They cannot show whether the person sees the ad nor can they confirm their readers reacted in anyway. They don’t have to because their job is only to post the ad for others to see.
Be careful my fellow authors.
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God bless,
Danny Mac
I sold windows to the hot metals industry for twenty years. This meant knowing the industry but more important knowing the client. There were many precious hours spent researching the client and the contact. I knew the operation of the mill, the name of the contact, and their position with an idea of what they did. If it was wrong and being a steel mill, it usually ended with some curse words. However, most of the time the research paid off and I spoke to the person for some time.
Upon retiring, I took on a new profession of writing books. Currently, there are four books published under my pen name. As an independent book writer, it makes me a book seller. As a book promoter, my pen name and books are on many social media sites. In recognition of my position, people contact me to promote books. Typically their first contact goes:
Dear Sir,
Hope you are doing well. I am a book promoter with great experience in social media with 200,000 (up to 20,000,000) followers. You will increase your sales by hiring me.
To be clear, each one of these contacts sound verbatim. One even guaranteed me more sales. Upon asking about the guarantee, he switched to another sales tactic. The few I contacted back, “Where and how would you advertise my book?” Invariably, the reply was it depends on your genre.
Please note, the expert promotors DM my pen name where I broadcast my brand for people to easily see my books. Every book promotors didn’t or wouldn’t take the time to see my brand and instead asked for my genre. It might have taken about five minute to gather and learn the history of my books just by going through my threads.
I am now convinced, they really do not care about selling books and they just want to sell their service. They all have Gmail accounts with no company name associated with them. They promise an ad for their followers to have a chance to see it. They cannot show whether the person sees the ad nor can they confirm their readers reacted in anyway. They don’t have to because their job is only to post the ad for others to see.
Be careful my fellow authors.
Sign up for specials and updates on my website: dannymac@dannymacauthor.com
God bless,
Danny Mac
Life’s Expectations
Hello everyone,
Recently while watching television, I saw a commercial for a dating site. It showed young people sharing dinner, frolicking in the park, and several more romantic clichés of dating. This is the vision pushed by society since I was young that love is all about getting to know the other person.
When I wore a younger man’s clothes, I managed a pizza restaurant. One slow afternoon while waiting tables a couple came in. Just after sitting, the man announced, “We celebrated fifty years of marriage last week. I was twenty-two and she was sixteen when her daddy caught us. Her daddy gave me the option of the preacher or the judge. I found out later the judge would have only given me seven years.”
With a nervous Chuckle, I stepped back waiting for the fight. I watched the old woman roll her eyes and then ordered a sweet tea. I enjoyed waiting on the couple and later that evening I thought about the encounter. This was not the first time she heard that joke. If she heard this joke after every anniversary for the past fifty years, it would not surprise me. Her face told she also knew he loved her and wouldn’t leave because of it and the vow he made to her.
The second idea popping into my single brain was I wanted to be that old man picking on his old wife after many years of marriage. This perspective of looking for a mate I can annoy for the rest of my life changed how I saw women. After a few dates, I tried to reason and pictured myself treating her like this old man loved his wife.
It took me until thirty-five years old, but I found the woman to grow old together. That was twenty seven year ago, and yes I do pick on her and yes she rolls her eyes at me. Sometimes it surprises me that they don’t fall out from the speed of the roll. I hoped to have another twenty or thirty years of eye rolls coming from her.
Did I mention, my dog is a Karen? When Ginger was still a pup, we took her to obedience training. Marty, the dog whisperer, told us, “Do not be afraid of stepping on her paws. She will learn to stay out of the way.”
This suggestion works on most dogs, but we have a Karen. A Karen has to be the center of attention and personally involved in everything. They have something to say on any subject whether they have knowledge of it or not. This includes anyone cooking in the kitchen, Ginger is underfoot. I first thought she wasn’t very bright because we stepped on her paws a lot. Then I heard about Karens and now I understand she is an entitled dog.
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God bless,
Danny Mac
Recently while watching television, I saw a commercial for a dating site. It showed young people sharing dinner, frolicking in the park, and several more romantic clichés of dating. This is the vision pushed by society since I was young that love is all about getting to know the other person.
When I wore a younger man’s clothes, I managed a pizza restaurant. One slow afternoon while waiting tables a couple came in. Just after sitting, the man announced, “We celebrated fifty years of marriage last week. I was twenty-two and she was sixteen when her daddy caught us. Her daddy gave me the option of the preacher or the judge. I found out later the judge would have only given me seven years.”
With a nervous Chuckle, I stepped back waiting for the fight. I watched the old woman roll her eyes and then ordered a sweet tea. I enjoyed waiting on the couple and later that evening I thought about the encounter. This was not the first time she heard that joke. If she heard this joke after every anniversary for the past fifty years, it would not surprise me. Her face told she also knew he loved her and wouldn’t leave because of it and the vow he made to her.
The second idea popping into my single brain was I wanted to be that old man picking on his old wife after many years of marriage. This perspective of looking for a mate I can annoy for the rest of my life changed how I saw women. After a few dates, I tried to reason and pictured myself treating her like this old man loved his wife.
It took me until thirty-five years old, but I found the woman to grow old together. That was twenty seven year ago, and yes I do pick on her and yes she rolls her eyes at me. Sometimes it surprises me that they don’t fall out from the speed of the roll. I hoped to have another twenty or thirty years of eye rolls coming from her.
Did I mention, my dog is a Karen? When Ginger was still a pup, we took her to obedience training. Marty, the dog whisperer, told us, “Do not be afraid of stepping on her paws. She will learn to stay out of the way.”
This suggestion works on most dogs, but we have a Karen. A Karen has to be the center of attention and personally involved in everything. They have something to say on any subject whether they have knowledge of it or not. This includes anyone cooking in the kitchen, Ginger is underfoot. I first thought she wasn’t very bright because we stepped on her paws a lot. Then I heard about Karens and now I understand she is an entitled dog.
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God bless,
Danny Mac
Thanksgiving Tradition
Hello everyone,
Thanksgiving preparations begin on Monday with the gathering of all we need for a meal that will last us the weekend. Wednesday becomes the day of earnest as I pick up the turkey from our local butcher. Around four in the afternoon I prepare the brine for the bird. This consists of boiling a half-gallon of water and adding a cup of salt with half a teaspoon of sage. I pour the brine into a five-gallon pickle bucket and dilute with water and ice until half full. The main event of Thanksgiving dinner enters the brine until ten o’clock the next morning.
The stuffing begins with a pound of smoked bacon rendering all the fat out of it. Then a pound of onions and celery with four cloves of garlic, sweat until onions are translucent. Add a half teaspoon of sage, parsley, a copious amount of black paper, and salt to taste. Cover with 48 ounces of chicken broth and bring to a boil. In a large mixing bowl add a pound and half of dried bread crumbs. Pour the boiling hot mixture over the crumbs and thoroughly mix.
While the still hot fill the main cavity of the turkey. This should require a glove since you want the mixture over 160°F. Then in the neck skin stuff the remaining stuffing filling it. Pull it shut and put the bird into a 350°F. oven until the bird’s temperature reaches over 160°F. This should take a minimum of two hours for a 12-pound fresh turkey and longer for frozen store-bought birds.
My wife prepares mash potatoes, sweet potatoes, and green beans. My daughter has a soon-to-be-famous pumpkin pudding she makes every year and dinner rolls. We set the dining table with fine dishes and sit down to feast. We shared this meal in the past with my parents, but I have lost them now. My in-laws join us for dinner and any siblings that are alone.
Did I mention, my dog is a Karen? Ginger’s job on Thanksgiving is to be in the way whenever possible. Being the ultimate Karen she puts her two cents into everything. Marty her trainer when she was a pup says do not be afraid to step on her toes, she will learn to stay out of the way. However, Marty is not aware of her being a Karen and did not count on her need to be underfoot at all times.
Her Karen-ness comes out most spectacularly as I clean the carcass after dinner. There she sits with her lying eyes stating she has not eaten in over a month. If that does not inspire morsels coming her way, she starts moaning and groaning in displeasure. However, cleaning the meat off the bones is messy and occasionally a piece flies across the kitchen onto the floor. I can be messy as the finer remnants come off the bones.
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God bless,
Danny Mac
Thanksgiving preparations begin on Monday with the gathering of all we need for a meal that will last us the weekend. Wednesday becomes the day of earnest as I pick up the turkey from our local butcher. Around four in the afternoon I prepare the brine for the bird. This consists of boiling a half-gallon of water and adding a cup of salt with half a teaspoon of sage. I pour the brine into a five-gallon pickle bucket and dilute with water and ice until half full. The main event of Thanksgiving dinner enters the brine until ten o’clock the next morning.
The stuffing begins with a pound of smoked bacon rendering all the fat out of it. Then a pound of onions and celery with four cloves of garlic, sweat until onions are translucent. Add a half teaspoon of sage, parsley, a copious amount of black paper, and salt to taste. Cover with 48 ounces of chicken broth and bring to a boil. In a large mixing bowl add a pound and half of dried bread crumbs. Pour the boiling hot mixture over the crumbs and thoroughly mix.
While the still hot fill the main cavity of the turkey. This should require a glove since you want the mixture over 160°F. Then in the neck skin stuff the remaining stuffing filling it. Pull it shut and put the bird into a 350°F. oven until the bird’s temperature reaches over 160°F. This should take a minimum of two hours for a 12-pound fresh turkey and longer for frozen store-bought birds.
My wife prepares mash potatoes, sweet potatoes, and green beans. My daughter has a soon-to-be-famous pumpkin pudding she makes every year and dinner rolls. We set the dining table with fine dishes and sit down to feast. We shared this meal in the past with my parents, but I have lost them now. My in-laws join us for dinner and any siblings that are alone.
Did I mention, my dog is a Karen? Ginger’s job on Thanksgiving is to be in the way whenever possible. Being the ultimate Karen she puts her two cents into everything. Marty her trainer when she was a pup says do not be afraid to step on her toes, she will learn to stay out of the way. However, Marty is not aware of her being a Karen and did not count on her need to be underfoot at all times.
Her Karen-ness comes out most spectacularly as I clean the carcass after dinner. There she sits with her lying eyes stating she has not eaten in over a month. If that does not inspire morsels coming her way, she starts moaning and groaning in displeasure. However, cleaning the meat off the bones is messy and occasionally a piece flies across the kitchen onto the floor. I can be messy as the finer remnants come off the bones.
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God bless,
Danny Mac
A Valentine’s Blob
Hello everyone,
This story came up in my Facebook memories. I hope you enjoy it.
Valentine’s Day appeared on Sunday in 2021. Every Sunday for going on twenty-eight years, I made pancakes for the family. When my daughter was just a wee little girl, I made special pancakes consisting of shapes such as hearts, bears, and other fun things to eat. I even tried words which is tricky because I have to write them backward. Along came her teenage years and she stopped having breakfast with us.
When Valentine’s Day fell on Sunday last year, I reminisced of years before and tried to make a heart for my wife. It morphed into an unrecognizable shape with no resemblance to a heart. As I flipped the pancake over, my wife nosed over to the stove.
She noticed the flipped pancake, “Oh look a heart - - - But not really, it is just a blob.”
“A Valentine’s Blob made especially for you.”
Together we said I was out of practice and laughed it off. What do you get your wife of twenty-seven years of marriage, Valentine’s blob? The romance ran amok in our house that special Sunday morning. This was me showing love for my wife and she returned it in kind. So to men out there, make your wife a Valentine’s Day blob to show your love. Don’t wait for Valentine’s Day 2023.
Did I mention my dog is a Karen? Last Sunday, I went for a shower. Ginger sprawls furry self over my side of the bed. Feeling rejuvenated after the shower, I exit the bathroom. Ginger moved, well not move as much as changed positions. Now curled up into a furball, I sit next to her to get dressed. Then a sneeze comes quickly over me with a weird sound blasting throughout the room. Just as I recover from the first, a second sneeze blasted out of my lungs.
Then a long disgruntled grumble from alongside me caught my attention. Wiping my nose with a tissue, I turn to see our four-legged Karen staring at me. The stare chilled my bones with its coldness. If capable, her hands would have been clasped on her hips as she groaned displeasure for disturbing her peaceful slumber.
“I sneezed,” said in self-defense and she groaned again reiterating her annoyance.
“Karen, if you don’t like it, take it up with the manager.”
Ginger crawled out of her ball and marched over to mom to complain.
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God bless,
Danny Mac
This story came up in my Facebook memories. I hope you enjoy it.
Valentine’s Day appeared on Sunday in 2021. Every Sunday for going on twenty-eight years, I made pancakes for the family. When my daughter was just a wee little girl, I made special pancakes consisting of shapes such as hearts, bears, and other fun things to eat. I even tried words which is tricky because I have to write them backward. Along came her teenage years and she stopped having breakfast with us.
When Valentine’s Day fell on Sunday last year, I reminisced of years before and tried to make a heart for my wife. It morphed into an unrecognizable shape with no resemblance to a heart. As I flipped the pancake over, my wife nosed over to the stove.
She noticed the flipped pancake, “Oh look a heart - - - But not really, it is just a blob.”
“A Valentine’s Blob made especially for you.”
Together we said I was out of practice and laughed it off. What do you get your wife of twenty-seven years of marriage, Valentine’s blob? The romance ran amok in our house that special Sunday morning. This was me showing love for my wife and she returned it in kind. So to men out there, make your wife a Valentine’s Day blob to show your love. Don’t wait for Valentine’s Day 2023.
Did I mention my dog is a Karen? Last Sunday, I went for a shower. Ginger sprawls furry self over my side of the bed. Feeling rejuvenated after the shower, I exit the bathroom. Ginger moved, well not move as much as changed positions. Now curled up into a furball, I sit next to her to get dressed. Then a sneeze comes quickly over me with a weird sound blasting throughout the room. Just as I recover from the first, a second sneeze blasted out of my lungs.
Then a long disgruntled grumble from alongside me caught my attention. Wiping my nose with a tissue, I turn to see our four-legged Karen staring at me. The stare chilled my bones with its coldness. If capable, her hands would have been clasped on her hips as she groaned displeasure for disturbing her peaceful slumber.
“I sneezed,” said in self-defense and she groaned again reiterating her annoyance.
“Karen, if you don’t like it, take it up with the manager.”
Ginger crawled out of her ball and marched over to mom to complain.
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God bless,
Danny Mac
My Dog is a Karen – Furry Cold Shoulder
Happy New Year everyone,
This past week saw our new neighbors settling into their forever home. A multitude of moving vans, installation trucks, and family helping them ebbed and flowed throughout the week. Ginger with her nerves shot from the Christmas season remained on high alert with one ear constantly seeking noises from outside.
Wednesday saw several trucks pulling into the neighbor’s drive and many people walking around their house. This triggers a karen rant and Ginger howls her bitterness towards this perceived injustice to her being. Additionally, the third day of January brought us partly cloudy skies and near sixty degrees, a rarity in any winter on the north coast of Ohio.
To Ginger, all the stars aligned for the perfect storm of karen as she persisted in going out to bark her demands at the neighbors. As I tried to wrangle her back into the house, the new neighbor came over to make peace with Ginger. She rejected his attempts of reconciliation and pressed harder on the karen mode to scream her indignation to his face. Five minutes back in the house and knowing these intruders were still mocking her by working around their house, sent her to her door wanting out again.
“Not one single bark or I will bring you back into the house,” I commanded before releasing her to the outdoors. It took all of four wet paws before, “Aaarrroooo” screeches from her mouth. I slip into my slippers to retrieve her with a wave to the neighbors.
Five minutes later, she pings the bell to exit the house again. I fit my feet into the slippers before hooking her up and letting her out. This time, only two paws get wet before the howls in indignation resonate from her fifty-pound body. As the leash stretches completely out, I am dragging her back into the house.
Five minutes later, karen howls out the front window as another car pulls into the neighbor’s drive. A terror races down the steps and clangs the bell to go out to release her rage at the interlopers interrupting my writing again. “No, get your furry butt upstairs. Keep going, all the way to your room. Go to your room.” As she drags her defeated self into the bedroom. She reverses and peaks back down the stairs only to see me still pointing for her not to come down.
An hour passes and she rings the bell again. Opening the door, she barges through only to see no cars, trucks, or vans anywhere to be seen. Still ruffing with insolence, she does her business. She spends twenty minutes waiting for their return. In the end, she skulks back into the house disappointed not letting her rage out.
Just before making dinner, I go to pet her head while sleeping on the couch, “Grooooooan,” comes from deep in her body. Clearly translated, “Don’t bother me.”
I took away her ability to karen all over the neighbors and the rest of the day I received the cold furry shoulder.
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God bless,
Danny Mac
This past week saw our new neighbors settling into their forever home. A multitude of moving vans, installation trucks, and family helping them ebbed and flowed throughout the week. Ginger with her nerves shot from the Christmas season remained on high alert with one ear constantly seeking noises from outside.
Wednesday saw several trucks pulling into the neighbor’s drive and many people walking around their house. This triggers a karen rant and Ginger howls her bitterness towards this perceived injustice to her being. Additionally, the third day of January brought us partly cloudy skies and near sixty degrees, a rarity in any winter on the north coast of Ohio.
To Ginger, all the stars aligned for the perfect storm of karen as she persisted in going out to bark her demands at the neighbors. As I tried to wrangle her back into the house, the new neighbor came over to make peace with Ginger. She rejected his attempts of reconciliation and pressed harder on the karen mode to scream her indignation to his face. Five minutes back in the house and knowing these intruders were still mocking her by working around their house, sent her to her door wanting out again.
“Not one single bark or I will bring you back into the house,” I commanded before releasing her to the outdoors. It took all of four wet paws before, “Aaarrroooo” screeches from her mouth. I slip into my slippers to retrieve her with a wave to the neighbors.
Five minutes later, she pings the bell to exit the house again. I fit my feet into the slippers before hooking her up and letting her out. This time, only two paws get wet before the howls in indignation resonate from her fifty-pound body. As the leash stretches completely out, I am dragging her back into the house.
Five minutes later, karen howls out the front window as another car pulls into the neighbor’s drive. A terror races down the steps and clangs the bell to go out to release her rage at the interlopers interrupting my writing again. “No, get your furry butt upstairs. Keep going, all the way to your room. Go to your room.” As she drags her defeated self into the bedroom. She reverses and peaks back down the stairs only to see me still pointing for her not to come down.
An hour passes and she rings the bell again. Opening the door, she barges through only to see no cars, trucks, or vans anywhere to be seen. Still ruffing with insolence, she does her business. She spends twenty minutes waiting for their return. In the end, she skulks back into the house disappointed not letting her rage out.
Just before making dinner, I go to pet her head while sleeping on the couch, “Grooooooan,” comes from deep in her body. Clearly translated, “Don’t bother me.”
I took away her ability to karen all over the neighbors and the rest of the day I received the cold furry shoulder.
Be sure to comment on my blog and subscribe for future blogs and updates.
God bless,
Danny Mac
