Rambling thru life

Peace to you and your family this holiday season. The end of 2017 finds both LoriAnn and Todd healthy.  Megan and Tom are doing well also. We have had a busy year with a Caribbean cruise in Mar, a fun filled motorcycle ride to the west coast in July, a visit with LoriAnn’s sister in Las Vegas in Sept, and a relaxing trip to Branson with Todd’s cousin and wife in Nov.  We had our house resided and then repaired after a hail storm.  We spent many fun days riding the motorcycle across Minnesota and Wisconsin.  We enjoyed many good times with out of town Family visits.  Sadly we said goodbye to Todd’s Dad in October and a few other family members throughout the year.  Finally, We look forward to the new year and all the opportunities it brings. We wish you a very Merry Christmas and a very happy New Year LoriAnn and Todd Holmes

In early December, four of Santa's elves got sick. When the trainee elves could not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, Santa began to feel some Pre-Christmas pressure. Then Mrs. Claus mentioned that her Mother was coming to visit, stressing Santa even more. He went to harness the reindeer, and found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had gotten loose and were out, Heaven knows where. Then, when he began load-testing the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked; the bag of toys fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered. Frustrated, Santa went back in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum.  Opening the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drunk all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, breaking it into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He got the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom. Just then the doorbell

For the last few years, before he crossed over to heaven, my father had a reoccurring dream. In the dream dad is standing on one side of a river.  A creek that was flowing so fast he couldn’t cross.  On the other side was Jesus, Mom, and my brothers Doug, and Brian.  Dad knew it wasn't his time to go home because the creek was too high and fast for him to cross. Often, at night when I would leave him at the home, I would tell him that I loved him and then I typically said, I’ll see you tomorrow.  He often answered “If the good Lord is willing and the Creek don’t rise.”  One time I asked him where he got the saying from.  He didn’t respond. I was thinking he was worried that a small creek somewhere would be overflowing and I wouldn't be able to get to him.  After a brief pause he asked if I remembered “his” dream and he told he had recently had it. If the good lord's willing and the creek don't rise