Just a few random news articles to ponder while you sip your morning coffee... (these are from Gateway Pundit)











It's Just the Coffee Talking... randoms from around the internet this morning

I sipped coffee while I click, click, clicked.  Saw some things that made me smirk.  

These are random, from various places.



"Remember that the people that hid Anne Frank were breaking the law and the people that took her to the camps were enforcing it."


"If you don't know that "coyote" is a word for a person who is paid to smuggle people across the Southern border into the United States, then you don't know enough about unlawful immigration to have an opinion on the subject." 


"I'm a little amazed at the lack of character, outright fraud, and too much of the media ignoring the evidence that voting irregularities substantially affected the election. Where were these people raised? Where are their morals, and indignation? Are they that complacent toward criminal acts? It makes me wonder, but if something as sacred as a fair election is ignored by too many, anarchy can only be the description of the country, and the weak will eventually be the prey of the strongest thugs."



Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long-stem rose
Everybody knows










Home Free - God Bless the U.S.A. (featuring Lee Greenwood and The United States Air Force Band)

Home Free - God Bless the U.S.A. 

(featuring Lee Greenwood and The United States Air Force Band)


Stop trying to kill Thanksgiving... and stop trying to put your own 2020 ideals on a 1620 celebration of thanksgiving

Source:   NR


The New York Times ran a piece the other day titled, “The Thanksgiving Myth Gets a Deeper Look This Year,” bristling with hostility toward the day of gratitude and noting that “the holiday arrives in the midst of a national struggle over racial justice.” (The paper is admirably consistent — a couple of years ago it ran an article headlined, “Everything You Learned About Thanksgiving Is Wrong.”)

When Arkansas senator Tom Cotton slammed the Times piece, as well as the newspaper’s stilted and dishonest 1619 Project, the Pulitzer Prize-winning architect of that venture, Nikole Hannah-Jones, replied with incredulity. “Imagine calling the 1619 Project debunked in order to defend a childish Thanksgiving myth,” she tweeted.

Childish myth? It’s true that debunkers can score some easy points.

The term “Pilgrims” wasn’t popularized until later. They didn’t wear dour clothes. They didn’t consider their iconic gathering in 1621 a formal thanksgiving, which would have been given over to solemn religious observances. And so on.

But the basic contours of the holiday are recognizable in that long-ago event. The settlers who had arrived in the Mayflower in 1620, and survived a brutal winter that killed half of them, feasted, enjoyed games, and marveled at the material abundance of their new home.

One of them, Edward Winslow, wrote a friend that “our harvest being gotten in, our governor sent four men on fowling, that so we might after a special manner rejoice together after we had gathered the fruits of our labors.” He noted that “among other Recreations, we exercised our Arms.” He concluded, “although it be not always so plentiful, as it was at this time with us, yet by the goodness of God, we are so far from want, that we often wish you partakers of our plenty.”

It’s not inconceivable that they ate turkeys. Plymouth governor William Bradford wrote of that autumn, “besides waterfowl there was a great store of wild turkeys, of which they took many.”

And they celebrated, as we’ve all always learned, with friendly Indians. Edward Winslow recorded “many of the Indians coming amongst us” and “for three days we entertained and feasted, and they went out and killed five Deer.”

Tribes in the region had been devastated by disease after contact with Europeans, but easily could have eliminated the settlement. Instead, the leader of the Wampanoag forged an agreement with them, with an eye to a potential ally against the rival Narragansetts.

Finally, the legendary Squanto did indeed provide essential assistance. He belonged to the Patuxet band that had lived in the Plymouth area and had been completely wiped out by the epidemic.

Finding his people gone (he had been kidnapped by an Englishman and sold into slavery in Spain before escaping), he joined with the Pilgrims and taught them indispensable skills, including how to plant corn. Bradford called him “a special instrument sent of God.” He was a translator, guide, and, importantly, the chief envoy between the Pilgrims and neighboring tribes.

The peace with the Wampanoag lasted about 50 years. It’s a mistake to read future conflict back into the 1621 feast, a moment of comity and hopefulness.

As Melanie Kirkpatrick explains in her history of the holiday, New England colonies eventually established annual general thanksgiving days. Thanksgiving as we know it arose from these days and the memory of the 1621 event, with layers of tradition added over time (the formal date in late November, the cuisine, the association with football, etc.).










the FRIENDS tv theme rewritten with Covid in mind: So, no one told you life was gonna be this way Your job's remote, your broke You're hiding from a plague It's like you're always stuck in quarantine You might be there for days, a week or even a year I'll stay away from you... If you stay away from me too!


Coffee Break!!!!

I'm drinking out of my Mother's Day Quarantined coffee mug.  Ironically, while sipping just now, our 'family' themed snapchat is busy with everyone asking about everyone elses Christmas lists and my daughter added a photo of the coffee mug she wants.  It's similar to my Mother's Day Friends themed Quarantine mug but is a recap of pretty much all of 2020.  

So, in honor of the suckiness I'll add a few Quarantine theme coffee mug links to Amazon at the bottom of this post. 

My oldest daughter actually has this particular mug on her Christmas list... the FRIENDS tv theme rewritten with Covid in mind:

So, no one told you life was gonna be this way

Your job's remote, your broke

You're hiding from a plague

It's like you're always stuck in quarantine

You might be there for days, a week or even a year

I'll stay away from you...

If you stay away from me too!

Coffee Mug for Birthday Xmas - Covid 19 "So No One Told You Life Was Gonna Be This Way" Coffee Mug 11 OZ White



    Stink Stank Stunk Christmas 2020 Grinch Inspired 11 Ounce Novelty Coffee Mug 



  Coffee Mug Funny Present-CHRISTMAS 2020 QUARANTINED-Novelty Christmas Holiday Santa Wearing a Mask Fun FRIENDS Mug Gifts For Men Women White 11 Oz   



  Quarantine Birthday Mug | Christmas | 2020 Friends TV The One Where You Were Quarantined | Social Distancing 







Are you celebrating Thanksgiving in there!? No. We're just looting and rioting. Oh, okay. Carry on.


Checked Thanksgiving plans this morning and the elderly couple has a sister that will be bringing dinner to them and visiting them so I'm glad they have someone to cook for them!  I know they are looking forward to my Christmas goodies, so I'm excited to share those with them.

We ARE going to be hosting Thanksgiving after all.  Good thing I took the turkey out to thaw.

I asked;  "So, what are your plans for Thanksgiving?"  and the reply was "We're coming to your house around 1:00 or 2:00!!!"

Well, okay then!  Ha ha.  Good thing I asked.  

"We ought to speak, shout out against injustices, with confidence and without fear" - Blessed Miquel Pro


Jose Ramon Miguel Agustin Pro Juarez entered the seminary in 1911 to study to become a Jesuit priest. The seminary closed when the government began to persecute Catholics. Miguel had to flee his country. He was finally ordained in Belgium in 1925 when he was 34 years old.

Miguel returned to Mexico even though it was dangerous because the government had forbidden Catholics to practice their faith. The Cristero War (1926-1929) saw faithful Catholics rebelling against the oppression of the government, and the military and government officials responded with great brutality.

Miguel had to minister to his beloved Mexican people in secret. It is said that he wore disguises to protect himself and others. He dressed as a beggar and visited homes to say Mass or baptize babies. He wore a police officer’s uniform when he visited the jail to bring the Sacraments to prisoners. He was willing to do anything to help people know that the Church loved and cared for them in Jesus’ name.

Miguel was arrested and charged with attempting to kill Mexico’s president. The charges were completely untrue, but the police wanted an excuse to be rid of this “problem” priest. Without a trial, Miguel was sentenced to death before a firing squad.

Miguel’s last words before stretching out his arms to die were “Viva Cristo Rey!” which means “Long live Christ the King!” He had blessed the soldiers and the executioners before he died.

He was noted for his charity and ability to speak about spiritual subjects without boring his audience. Pulido remarked that there were two Pros: the playful Pro and the prayerful Pro. He was known for the long periods he spent in the chapel.[6]

Long-time President of Mexico Porfirio Díaz was ousted in 1911 after staging a rigged reelection, and a struggle for power – the Mexican Revolution – began.

Pro studied in Mexico until 1914 when a massive wave of governmental anti-Catholicism forced the novitiate to dissolve and the Jesuits to flee to Los Gatos, California, in the United States. He then went to study in Granada, Spain (1915–19), and from 1919 to 1922 taught in Nicaragua.[7]

Back in Mexico, a new constitution for the country had been signed (1917). Five articles of the 1917 Constitution of Mexico were particularly aimed at suppression of the Catholic Church. Article 3 mandated secular education in schools, prohibiting the Church from participating in primary and secondary education. Article 5 outlawed monastic religious orders. Article 24 forbade public worship outside of church buildings, while Article 27 restricted religious organizations' rights to own property. Finally, Article 130 revoked basic civil rights of clergy members: priests and religious workers were prevented from wearing their habits, were denied the right to vote, and were forbidden from commenting on public affairs to the press. 

Return to Mexico

In summer 1926 – his studies in Europe completed – Pro returned to Mexico. On the way he visited Lourdes where he celebrated Mass and visited the grotto of Our Lady of Lourdes.

Pro arrived at Veracruz on July 8, 1926. Plutarco Elías Calles was now president of Mexico. Unlike his predecessors, Calles vigorously enforced the anti-Catholic provisions of the 1917 constitution, implementing the so-called Calles Law, which provided specific penalties for priests who criticized the government (five years' imprisonment) or wore clerical garb in certain situations outside their churches (500 pesos). This law went into effect on July 31, 1926.

By this time, some states, such as Tabasco under the notorious anti-Catholic Tomás Garrido Canabal, had closed all the churches and cleared the entire state of openly serving priests, killing many of them, forcing a few to marry, and the remaining few serving covertly at risk of their lives. On his return Pro served a Church which was forced to go "underground." He celebrated the Eucharist clandestinely and ministered the other sacraments to small groups of Catholics.[8]

Details of Pro's ministry in the underground church come from his many letters, signed with the nickname Cocol. In October 1926, a warrant for his arrest was issued. He was arrested and released from prison the next day, but kept under surveillance.

A failed attempt to assassinate Álvaro Obregón, which only wounded him, in November 1927, provided the state with a pretext for arresting Pro again, this time with his brothers Humberto and Roberto. A young engineer who confessed his part in the assassination testified that the Pro brothers were not involved.[9] Miguel and his brothers were taken to the Detective Inspector's Office in Mexico City.

On November 23, 1927, Pro was executed without trial.[10] President Calles gave orders to have Pro executed for the assassination attempt. Calles had the execution meticulously photographed, and the newspapers throughout the country carried photos on the front page the following day. Presumably, Calles thought that the sight of the pictures would frighten the Cristero rebels who were fighting against his troops, particularly in the state of Jalisco. However, they had the opposite effect.[2]

Pro and his brothers were visited by Generals Roberto Cruz and Palomera Lopez around 11 p.m. on November 22, 1927. The next day, as Pro walked from his cell to the courtyard and the firing squad, he blessed the soldiers, knelt, and briefly prayed quietly. 


Declining a blindfold, he faced his executioners with a crucifix in one hand and a rosary in the other and held his arms out in imitation of the crucified Christ and shouted out, "May God have mercy on you! May God bless you! Lord, Thou knowest that I am innocent! With all my heart I forgive my enemies!" Before the firing squad was ordered to shoot, Pro raised his arms in imitation of Christ and shouted the defiant cry of the Cristeros, "Viva Cristo Rey!" – "Long live Christ the King!".[11] When the initial shots of the firing squad failed to kill him, a soldier shot him at point-blank range.



Calles is reported to have looked down upon a throng of 40,000 which lined Pro's funeral procession. Another 20,000 waited at the cemetery where he was buried without a priest present, his father saying the final words. The Cristeros became more animated and fought with renewed enthusiasm, many of them carrying the newspaper photo of Pro before the firing squad. 






Rambling Over Coffee: When buying Christmas gifts early to be 'done' comes back and bites you in the butt! LOL

Good Morning Coffee Friends -

Early Sunday morning.  House is quiet.  I'm alone with my thoughts.  And coffee.

I've got thoughts all over the place running round in my head.  Organizing my thoughts this morning is like trying to corral chickens.  I won't be chatting about 99.9% of them but a random 'silly' topic is Christmas.  And how shopping early this year came back to bit me in the rear end!  LOL.


Christmas. This year I felt really pushed to start Christmas shopping early for the 'littles'.  We have a semi-long list of family members so when I haven't started, I feel stress and anxiety.  This year I decided to get The Littles all completely done early so I only had to think about the adults.  Everyone would be driving here to celebrate so I wanted to be sure I had the gifts, decor and baking all done with as little stress as I could.  Hence; starting early.


Back in September and October I finished up all the little ones gifts.  There were a couple I wanted to check with our daughter (their mama) about;  and sure enough she said YES PLEASE because they had actually been asking for them.  One of those were scooters.  

So I got two scooters (for the two oldest littles) and a few other things.  But razors I'm mentioning because they are metal and a little heavy.  


One of them is really into music and movies so I got them a kids karaoke machine and sing-along-cd's as well.  

The other 'bigger' item was a bunch of Lego sets;  the 6 year old is just getting interested in Lego's so I bought a large classic kit for starters and then a couple smaller kits with the specialty pieces and a large box of one of the popular build sets.  A great, large set up of Lego's but they are so classic, creative and awesome that I figured he and his two brothers (and his uncles and parents) would all get a lot of use out of them. 


I got a few other things - like a large Fisher Price "farm" for the youngest one.  It's a large farm with bulky chunky animals and the farmer and accessories that are easy for a toddler's fingers.  It has large parts, does a lot of fun things.  An interactive "caring for animals" learning farm.

And after I got all the little's big gifts bought I relaxed.  A little less stress now that I could just focus on our older kids, in-laws, our parents...

AND THEN... plans changed due to schedules and they are now FLYING to visit.


With bag restrictions and weight restrictions, and the fact that they have to fly with 3 little ones under the age of 6.  Car seats and bags and snacks and luggage and gifts.


"The best laid plans...."  and all that.

They'll open them Christmas Eve at our home but I'm thinking I'll either have to invest in boxing up the large and heavy items and mailing them to their home later that week; or we put the gifts into an 'extra' suitcase and fly it home with them.  Except I'm concerned that a suitcase full of new Christmas gifts might not 'make it' in tact to the destination.  So many things go missing from luggage now-days as well as an entire suitcase that could go missing.

So we aren't sure yet but I just see the humor in the fact that trying to be organized and 'early' has once again bit me in the butt.



Items related to this post available through my Amazon affiliate links;

Razor Scooter 

LEGO Classic Bricks Set - 1500 Pieces  

Fisher-Price Little People Caring For Animals Farm Set 








Where have all the friendly, chit-chat blogs gone? I don't want a fancy shiny magazine syle blog. Heck, I just want to chat over coffee like in the old days... of 2008. LOL.

Back in the early 2000's blogging was fun.  Bloggers were fun.  People were real.  They chatted.  Made friends. Blogs were about connections.  That changed.  Now, most of the blogs 'out there' are trying to look like a magazine.  Everyone wants to be an expert - even if they totally are sooo not an expert.  Their blogs are filled with photos they took with their $1000 cameras and they are trying to give advice on everything - admittedly most of them are doing it/trying it/making it for the first time but hey, they are suddenly an expert telling you how to do it too!

And everyone wants to sell fashion.  "The MUST HAVE clothing items for Thanksgiving!"  is one of the last headlines I read as I skipped from blog to blog to blog this morning trying to find some 'new' old ones to read.  I say 'new old ones' because although you can find blog lists, most haven't been updated the blog fad died out between 2010-1014.  Some held out and tried to stay in the ring through 2016 and 2017.  Others tried to dust off their 2012 blog in 2020 because they were home with the Covid quarantines and needed to fill time. 

A few years ago many of the Catholic Mom blogs I liked to read turned into fashion and homeschooling blogs.  A big thing was "WHAT I WORE TO MASS ON SUNDAY" with full fashion shoots.

I was sitting there wondering why they were putting more thought into their clothing choices and their family's clothing choices and doing whole family photo shoots showing off their kids "mass clothing" than they were putting thought into... well, the mass.

That's why I keep coming back here.

Chit chat over coffee.  Rambling about what-not.  Not trying to make my blog look like a magazine.  Certainly not investing time or effort into photos that look like a news site.  

I don't even know what I'll talk about when I open the post editor.  Unlike other bloggers I do NOT write my posts ahead of time in word and publish on a timeline.  I don't really edit them.  My 'edit' is when I publish it, go back later and skim read my blog while I'm sipping coffee and see typo's so I'll log back in and fix it.  Usually.

Sometimes I shrug and don't worry about it.

And my coffee cup is empty and cold... needs refilling.   I'll be back.

With coffee.