My Drug Problem

I had a “drug” problem when I was a young person and a teenager.

I was “drug” to church on Sunday morning.

I was “drug” to church on Sunday night.

I was “drug” to church on Wednesday night.

I was “drug” to Vacation Bible School.

I was “drug” to family devotions to read the Bible and pray.

I was also “drug” to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents.

Those “drugs” are still in my veins and they effect my behavior in every thing I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin.

And if our children had this kind of “drug” problem, America would certainly be a better place

Dell Chaney’s (Arthur’s Mom) Fudge Recipe

Chocolate Fudge
2/3 cup canned milk
3 cups sugar
3/4 of cup or 1 and 1/2 sticks butter
1 tsp. Vanilla
7 ounce jar Marshmallow Creme
12 ounce bag semi-sweet chocolate chips
2 cups chopped pecans.

Lightly grease 9x13 pan or Pyrex dish. Put milk, sugar and butter (or oleo) in a heavy pan and cook to soft ball stage or 234 degrees on candy thermometer. Stir constantly to avoid scorching. Remove from heat and add marshmallow creme, chocolate chips and vanilla. Mix well and add pecans. Pour into prepared pan. When cool, cut in squares. Enjoy!

Thanks Dell for your recipe. We know its good because we have all taste-tested it at the Auction.

Farm Profit Tips
By Steven Anderson

Sell your cows, sell your sows, there’s no profit in pulling plows.

Quit baling hay, take time to play; there’s no profit working day after day.

Quit planting cotton, quit planting corn, there’s no profit since Nathan was born.

Forget minimum tillage, save your seed, there’s no profit, only corporate greed.

Rent out the farm, rent out the ranch, let a land grant economist try taking a chance.

Stop paying interest, forget more farm loans, let the Federal Reserve shrink till it groans.

There’s no profit in chicken, no profit in beans, quit farming while you’ve got a nickel in your thread-bare bluejeans.

Quit farming big, quit farming small, because there no profit in farming at all.

Let the consumers go hungry, let the ag corporations go broke, then us retired ol’ farmers can enjoy

THE LAST JOKE