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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. I love my cats, but they tend to have liiiiiiiittle “accidents” that Mamma doesn’t like. No, indeedy. Don’t you just hate it when you find land mines all over the floor? My oldest cat sometimes leaves a little poop here and there and guess who usually steps in it barefoot? Well, isn't that special? And then there is the cat vomit where you least expect it. And for some unknown reason they cannot vomit on the laminate floors that covers every room in the house, but run to an area rug and do it there. Where do these cats get these wacky ideas? Where, oh where, oh where? Now, who could be telling them to do such things? Could it be ... SATAN? (haunting echo)

I read somewhere that cats tend to vomit or poop on things due to stress which can be caused by mental or physical trauma. I have also heard that they may vomit or poop on their master’s things when they are mad at them.

Today I found vomit on my computer chair. I wonder what I did this time?

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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. Has your dinner time become rather boring? Does it seem like no one wants to eat? Does your family avoid dinner like the plague and you are all alone at the dinner table? It sounds like dinner time is in a rut. Well, isn’t this a news flash? How to combat this colossal dilemma that most face seems rather daunting to be sure, but I am determined to conquer this unbeatable foe and make dinner successful. Yes, indeedy!

I therefore hit numerous recipe books and websites and found a winner! Taco Lasagna. Everyone loves Tex Mex and the recipe looked easy so I fixed it for my wonderful family. I called my family to the table for dinner and presented the Taco Lasagna with absolute flourish. All I got from said family was, “What in the $%@* is this?” Something told me that my family was a liiiiiiiittle reluctant to try my new recipe so I took matters into my own hands, literally. I pulled out my trusty Red Ryder BB gun and cocked it. For some inexplicable reason my family wolfed down a serving and begged for more.







Moral to this story . . . always serve dinner with an appetizer.

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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. As you well know, hubby is the HOA president of our liiiiiiiittle subdivision. Being the president his responsibilities include presiding at all meetings of the Board of Directors, making sure that orders and resolutions of the Board are carried out, co-signing all checks, and making sure everyone is abiding by the Declaration. We recently had a property inspection and hubby had to notify the offenders that they were in violation of the Declaration and that they must correct these infractions within 30 days. Who told these homeowners they could neglect their homes and property making the whole neighborhood look bad and bring down property values in our subdivision? Now, who could it be? Could it be ... SATAN? (haunting echo) When the homeowners bought their homes they signed the appropriate papers that they agreed to comply with the Declaration. Their homes are the biggest investments they will ever make and wouldn’t you think it prudent for them to preserve its value and maintain their property to protect their investment? It seems ridiculous that these homeowners have to be told to fix their homes and properties. You can just imagine the backlash we receive from hubby having this position. Anyhoooooooo hubby notified a few of these deadbeat homeowners via email and they didn’t like it one bit. In retaliation hubby received nasty emails and hence I won’t answer the phone or door.

Yes, this is ludicrous, but it seems to be the norm for these lazy and obnoxious homeowners. Just the other day, someone was banging on our door and of course I didn’t answer it. I peeked out the kitchen window and saw a car that I did not recognize so I ignored the repeated knocking on the door which then was replaced by them ringing my doorbell. I still ignored the offending racket then I heard the person open our storm door and turn our doorknob trying to open our front door. Well, as you can imagine that scared the $#@% out of me and I practically jumped out of my skin. The person left in a huff and drove off and I finally let out a breath of relief.

Five minutes later I was heading out of the door for my power walk and tried to forget the whole incident. Wouldn’t you know it; lo and behold I found the car in our neighborhood that was at my house just minutes before in a neighbor’s driveway.

So there we are. All my senses screamin’ “GET THE RED RYDER BB GUN AND KNOCK ON THEIR DOOR!!!” But something told me that it wouldn’t be enough retaliation to their terrible deed.

Alrighty, then. We can handle this. Late tonight I shall get some grass killer and come back to the nasty neighbor’s house. I will then let him know what a complete #$%@& he is by writing it in his yard.

Just thinking about this makes me tingly all over.

(Church Lady does her “Superior Dance” as she struts to organ music.)

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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. I recently went to San Antonio with hubby and stayed in this ritzy Marriot right on the River Walk.

Since hubby travels extensively he is an elite member at Marriott and they gave him a HUGE room. It was el grande in size for sure (1,000 square feet or more). So much so that you had to leave a bread crumb trail so you could find your way back to the door. Our Vice Presidential Suite had a bedroom, walk-in closet, vanity area with a sink, separate shower and tub with double sinks, bar, dining room, family room, lounge area, large foyer with coat closet and powder room, etc. I counted 5 sinks, yes, you read that right. Why someone would need 5 sinks was beyond me.

In the concierge lounge you had (all FREE) a full hot breakfast, and later hors d'oeuvres, and in the evening dessert.

Needless to say, I was ready to move in and never leave.

Anyhooo, I ate and drank my way from one end of the famous River Walk to the other. The food was superb and yes, I brought my trusty “fat pants” so I could enjoy San Antonio’s BB Q, steaks, Tex Mex, and margaritas to the max.

I must say that San Antonio has very aggressive homeless people who walk right up and accost you all the time trying to get money from you. Well, isn't that special? So there I was, trying to enjoy my vacation and all my senses were screamin’ “BRING THE RED RYDER BB GUN NEXT TIME!!!” so I could keep these pesky schizophrenics at bay.

They must have thought I was easy prey, but I think my “BITE ME” t-shirt got the message across to these Looney Tunes to leave me the heck alone. I think giving them the finger added that special touch to the annoying predicament that visitors should not have to endure at this delightful place.

(Church Lady does her “Superior Dance” as she struts to organ music.)

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Hello, I’m the Church Lady and this is ‘Church Chat’. I don’t know about you, but I like to keep fit. I work out 5 days a week and take long power walks afterwards. I especially enjoy walking outside with all that fresh air and sunshine. I can enjoy God’s creations and feel totally relaxed and rejuvenated each and every time.

Well, just the other day, I was minding my own business as a friend and I were taking our power walk when we came upon a gruesome site. Yes, indeedy! The most awful and hideous thing imaginable was on the road and thank the Lord it was squished by an unsuspecting motorist. Of course I jumped and did something like my “Superior Dance” when I noticed the 3 foot copperhead on the side of the road. I made sure the blasted thing was dead and then kept my eyes peeled for any more of them trying to creep up on me.

Later we come to find out that a copperhead bit one of my neighbor’s dogs and they had to rush it to the vet. The dog survived, but they did not know where the snake slithered off too. I hope it was the squished one that we found, but something tells me there are more of those poisonous reptiles lurking about ready to pounce on any unsuspecting human or animal that just happens to get in their way.

I got a funny feeling that we will be looking for something else besides "suspicious activity" during Neighborhood Watch from now on.