Merry Christmas, TPP Readers! I’m back with some more Christmas-related posts from the last week:
Happy Sunday—and Merry Christmas!
—TPP
It’s Christmastime, and I own an out-of-tune piano and a candelabra. Naturally, I had to film myself playing “Silent Night” by candlelight.
As such, here is my short rendition of that sweet, timeless carol, played on a piano with a few dead keys and lots of character:
The Christmas season is here! As such, here are some classic posts of yesterweek to get you into the yuletide spirit:
Happy Sunday!
—TPP
Ah, yes, Christmas—a magical time of year, when a doughy blogger belts out your favorite classics with lyrics modified to fit his own eccentric brand of chubby humor.
Here are a couple of perennial Thanksgiving pieces for your enjoyment, dear readers:
Happy Sunday!
—TPP
Hello, dear readers,
Yours portly is taking this weekend off from extensive blogging. Enjoy leftover Independence Day foods with your family and friends. I’ll be flying back from a week in Indianapolis with my older brother.
More details to come next week!
Happy Saturday!
—TPP
Fifteen years ago today, on 4 July 2010, my old brass band, Brass to the Future, played an outdoor concert in a park in my hometown of Aiken, South Carolina. It was a bit of a “guerrilla” concert, in that we did not ask permission, but just showed up in the park and started playing for our fans.
In the spirit of Independence Day, I’m featuring rare footage from that concert today.
Today is Good Friday, a day to remember the Sacrifice Christ Made on the Cross so that we might be saved. The fun part of the celebration is Easter, when Christ Arose from the tomb, proclaiming victory over Death. Today, we Christians reflect on the magnitude of His Sacrifice.
I’ll be spending this evening with Dr. Girlfriend, and we’ll be enjoying the Easter weekend together. We are both looking forward to a relaxing and prayerful weekend after some very busy months.
Thank God that He Sent His Son to Die for our sins. We don’t deserve it; Christ Did not deserve it. That makes it all the more powerful.
Praise the Lord!
—TPP
Welcome, folks, to The Portly Politico Presidents’ Day Extravaganza! I hope you all put out milk and cookies for George Washington and Abraham Lincoln so you can get 0% APR financing until 2026 on your next vehicle!
In all seriousness, today is just a quick filler post. As readers know, this weekend was a bit of a whirlwind on Saturday, followed by a relaxing Sunday with Dr. Girlfriend. Yours portly is back in Lamar and Murphy is getting a much-needed bath and nail trim at the veterinarian. I’m taking advantage of the quiet to knock out several tasks around the house and for work.
I’ll be back to regular programming tomorrow (God Willing). February always seems to be an unusually busy time. Work hasn’t been too crazy, which is blessing, because I’ve had quite a few other things to attend to at home and in my personal life. Everything is good—it’s nothing bad or difficult—just a lot of getting my proverbial ducks in a row so I can feast on metaphorical mallard in the future.
I’m thankful for another day off—we’re in the midst of our “Winter Break.” Teachers return tomorrow for a professional development day. We’re going through the lengthy reaccreditation process, and we’re working on our curriculum guides. Mine have been done since our teacher workday back in January (the one on my birthday—ha!), so I’m anticipating a pretty easy day.
Famous last words? We’ll see. Here’s wishing one and all and Happy Presidents’ Day!
Happy New Year to one and all from The Portly Politico!
2025 is a big year for yours portly. I turn forty—gasp!—in two days. My sister-in-law turns forty in December; my niece turns ten in August; and my Dad turns seventy in the same month. My maternal grandfather turns ninety—whoa! Lots of decades this year.
Trump will be back in office in nineteen days—praise the Lord!
It’s a good time to be alive.
Eat your black-eye peas and collard greens and have a wonderful New Year!
—TPP
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