We made it. We got to the last week of 2025. There hasn't been much good for me/us in 2025. The weather has been super dry and windy this year. As a matter of fact, the weather man had predicted snow for last night, but we didn't get any[ snow. We did get wind, as I write the wind is blowing over 30MPH. I had my share of doctor's appointments. My primary care doctor decided to have at least one more child of his own. I have had so many appointments this past year my do

I am going to be thankful when the calendar switches to 2026. I spent two days and two nights, back in the hospital, fighting a disease I thought only my dad could get. Dad smoked most of his life. When he reached halfway into his golden years, he switched from cigarettes to nicotine gum. Unfortunately, for him he was very susceptible to every lung condition a smoker usually gets, even the ones he could not pronounce, like P-Nome-e-a. I was never a smoker. I never had co

Santa is too bust for a story today. See ya next week. God Bless, Love ya, Tis the Christmas season Our crazy lives! Monner

It was a quiet week at "Dream Believers Ranch". "Dream Believers Ranch" is what Elaine named our property a couple of decades ago. Maybe it was me, who can remember that far back. "Dream Believers Ranch" is written above the entrance to our driveway from the road. The point of naming the property, was Elaine and I had dreams about what we were going to do with our "new" home. Some of the dreams we accomplished before we moved into the house. Like residing the exterior of t

Well........our Friday night Thanksgiving wasn't a total disaster. Or was it? It actually felt like any other thanksgiving, just maybe a little different. What was different? It was actually nice having a day where Elaine and I just laid back and enjoyed the day. Thanksgiving that is. No one was here, so we didn't have anyone to entertain. Elaine knitted most of the day. (Someone is getting something knitted for Christmas. Whether they like it or not.) Here's a quick

If you've known me a while, you might have noticed I'm a bit of a Renegade. I can't say why I didn't conform to the rules parents laid out for my brothers and me. If rules didn't make sense, they didn't make sense. (Brother Larry might have renegaded me.) I have feelings about rules are made to be broken. Maybe that's why I would have been a lousy participant in the military, although I have regrets about not serving. Who knows? Maybe a couple of trips to the brig would

Man, this time change stuff is killing me. It is not really the time change; it is the position of the sun at certain times of the day. Elaine arranges her workday by being able to communicate with engineers literally, from around the world. Seriously, it is not uncommon for Elaine to speak with electrical engineers in Europe, the west coast of America, Canada, during her workday. She schedules the hours that she works based on her ability to speak with her workmates. What

Gordon (white-faced puppy/dog) has taken it upon himself to make sure I have a new task to start the morning. It's only fair that I include Elaine in this story because is involved completion of the task. The only difference between Elaine's participation and mine is that Elaine still likes Gordon when we have completed the task. I can't say that I couldn't see this task coming and there is a certain amount of procrastination that is responsible. Starting at the beginning,

I wish they could leave it alone. the time. I would rather have the extra daylight after work, after school, even after dinner. What's wrong with having an extra hour of dark in the morning? My dogs would love it. The dogs get up when the sun starts shining in the windows on the east side of the house. That wouldn't be bad except for the fact that the ever-present herd of deer move into the yard just before dawn. The dogs know the deer are up to no good and are determined

Last week's skin cancer removal went off without a hitch. Except for the huge bandage taped to my forehead hiding the inch and a half of stitches stretching from my hairline to my mono-brow. They tell me they can remove the stitches in a week. Elaine doesn't think I will have a noticeable scar, so there will be no reason to change the name of these stories from Monner's Mumblings to Scarface's Mumblings. It was a quiet week. I spent quite a bit of time with Boy Twin. He c