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A Bunny, a Peep, a Mule, and a Pit Bull

The Easter services at church yesterday were such a blessing! Our attention was powerfully drawn to the empty tomb and our risen Lord through the wonderful music and the clear Scriptural message.

We had lunch with Nora and Aron and dinner with Mark and Katie. For dessert we enjoyed one of our Easter traditions - a bunny cake. I'm going to put a picture below of the cake Becka made, decorated with coconut, red licorice, and chocolate chips.

picture of our bunny cake

When Mark and Katie went to visit Jim, Megan, and Drew, the rest of us sent some things along. One of the items sent was a stuffed Peep - a cute toy version of those nasty marshmallow Easter candies. (My feeble apologies to those of you who actually *like* them.) Here's a picture of one exactly like the one Nora sent...

picture of the size of a peep

Megan sent us a picture of Drew with the Peep Nora sent him...

picture of Drew and his peep

This gives you an idea of how tiny he still is!

Here's another picture of him sleeping. Grandma and I miss him horribly!

picture of our beautiful dreamer

In honor of our thirtieth anniversary today, I'm posting two stories about two couples who, unfortunately, were not as blissfully wed as we.

An old farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morning till night she was always complaining about something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow often. One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began harassing him again. Complain, nag, nag - it just went on and on. All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet and caught her smack in the back of the head. It killed her dead on the spot.

At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it.

So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the men. The old farmer said, "Well, the women would come up and say something about how nice my wife looked or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement.

"And what about the men?" the minister asked. "They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."


A woman was leaving a coffee shop with her morning coffee when she noticed most unusual funeral procession approaching the nearby cemetery.

A long black hearse was followed by a second long black hearse about 50 meters behind. Behind the second hearse was a solitary woman walking a pit bull on a leash. Behind her were 200 women walking in single file.

The woman couldn't contain her curiosity. She respectfully approached the woman walking the dog and said, "I'm sorry for your loss and I know it is a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral like this. Who's funeral is it?"

The woman replied, "Well the first hearse is for my husband."

"What happened to him?"

The woman replied, "My dog attacked and killed him."

She inquired further, "Then who is in the second hearse?"

The woman answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my husband when the dog turned on her also."

A poignant and thoughtful moment of silence passed between the two women.

"Could I borrow the dog?"

"Get in line," the woman replied.


"Eyewitnesses of the living Lord preached the gospel." - Dr. Drew Conley

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5 Comments on “A Bunny, a Peep, a Mule, and a Pit Bull”

  1. #1 Anna Faye
    on Apr 10th, 2007 at 7:21 am

    Happy Anniversary! 30 years – wow. I was only 10 months old when you were married. No wonder you didn’t invite me.

    And I happen to love Peeps. You’ll have to ask K about the first time he gave our oldest daughter a baby bird Peep.

    Drew is darling – we can’t wait for him to come visit so we can meet him. 🙂 I may save a real Peep for him for the occasion.

    Rob adds:
    Bonjour, Anne! Thanks for the greetings and wishes. I knew that there must be *someone* who likes Peeps since they keep making them. Of course, they are cute, so I’m sure that for some (like me) their value is purely ornamental.


  2. #2 BJ
    on Apr 10th, 2007 at 7:41 am

    Congratulations on your thirty years of marriage! That’s great! These were awful stories. (though, I must admit, funny…) I’m getting married in a short 1 month and 9 days. YIKES! I hope mine doesn’t turn out anything like these stories, but maybe more like yours.

    And I was only 7-1/2 months old! (helpful, huh? Don’t you feel, umm, young?) 😀

    Happy Anniversary to you both! What a present… A cute grandson!

  3. #3 Eileen
    on Apr 10th, 2007 at 8:36 am

    Congratulations and Happy Anniversary, Mr. and Mrs. Loach! To follow the trend here…I wasn’t born, in fact, my parents weren’t yet married…way back when. ;0) The pictures of Drew are absolutely adorable! No wonder you miss him.

    Hope to see you in May!

    Rob adds:
    Salut Eileen! Thanks for your wishes. Are you coming for Stephen’s graduation? You’ll have to look for us quickly because we hope to leave ASAP once graduation has ended to head up to see our family. 😉

    I’m waiting for posts from someone saying that my wife and I weren’t even born yet when they got married. I know there are some in that age bracket out there too. 😎


  4. #4 Bette
    on Apr 11th, 2007 at 1:02 pm

    Congratulations on your anniversary…we were married 7 1/2 yrs when you “tied the knot”. We do want to see Drew and you should keep posting cutie pictures! My son-in-law inhales PEEPS…he’s one of the reasons they are still around. Dasvidanya, comrade!

  5. #5 Shiro
    on Apr 13th, 2007 at 4:33 pm

    Aw, Mr. Loach, your grandson is too cute! And such a curious little one to have his eyes so open. I have to admit, I love peeps. I can’t eat them too often, but I like them so much that my mom actually bought me that stuffed peep (I have a chicken peep too). Now, when I see it, all I’ll be able to think of is how tiny your grandson is. Congratulations on 30 years! I don’t think my parents even knew each other when you got married, but they’re not too far behind. I think it’s marvelous that you and your wife have both been so dedicated to each other, especially in these times. I pray you have 30 more years (and that ivman will still be around so I can congratulate you for it). Thanks again!