ThePipeCurmudgeon♣️

-Overseer of the Underachievers—Humility wins many battles. Listen More, Talk Less; Abounding in Hope; Reformed in Faith #pipesmoking

[ThePipeCurmudgeon♣️ @FineWhiteAsh]

@_CountrySquire Figgy Pudding in a 2024 Peterson Christmas pipe. Enjoying the 1951 Alastair Sims version of “A Christmas Carol”.
Merry Christmas and God Bless.

[ThePipeCurmudgeon♣️ @FineWhiteAsh]

@JimmysSeafood @Beardvet Lt. Paul Ormond (Ret)
Ashland, VA
US Army Chaplain.
Served 4 tours in Iraq. Saw things no one should ever have to see and prayed with those suffering.

He has been my closest friend for 15 years.

[ThePipeCurmudgeon♣️ @FineWhiteAsh]

@JVMonte2 No Jacket Required—Phil Collins

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@JVMonte2 Robert Earl Keen’s “Merry Christmas from the Family”

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@Mikehomeseller Frank Sinatra
1994

[ThePipeCurmudgeon♣️ @FineWhiteAsh]

@DailyBuffettX @jimmybuffett “Christmas in the Caribbean” and “Sailor’s Christmas” are tied for 1st place.

2nd Place Contoversial Ribbon goes to “Wonderful Christmas Time” which is FAR, FAR SUPERIOR to the McCartney version….sorry, not sorry…

[ThePipeCurmudgeon♣️ @FineWhiteAsh]

@presbyterianpew What’s hilarious also is that the New Hanover Co Animal Protection has apparently raised over $100,000 in “Drunk Panda” merchandise sales in the past week. lol

[ThePipeCurmudgeon♣️ @FineWhiteAsh]

@presbyterianpew My buddy lives in Ashland, VA and he infrequently visits a certain Adult Beverage store near his home…🥃🥃🥃🥃🦝🦝🦝🦝

[ThePipeCurmudgeon♣️ @FineWhiteAsh]

@Publix My wife is an employee at a store here in NC. She loves working there. Great company to work for!

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@farmingandJesus Right now, I’m dry heaving after reading this.

[ThePipeCurmudgeon♣️ @FineWhiteAsh]

@GeorgeStrait “I Can Still Make Cheyenne” tops them all. Well, maybe “Run”…hold on, I forgot about “Easy Come, Easy Go”….dadgummit!!! I just quit…😁

[ThePipeCurmudgeon♣️ @FineWhiteAsh]

@DrFrankTurek Salvation through Christ Alone by Faith alone and NOTHING that I could ever do to gain it on my own.

[ThePipeCurmudgeon♣️ @FineWhiteAsh]

Captain Black Original in an old Dr Grabow. Y’all have a nice evening.

[ThePipeCurmudgeon♣️ @FineWhiteAsh]

@coffee_anytime Dang. I thought you were just fat.

[ThePipeCurmudgeon♣️ @FineWhiteAsh]

Do you remember when you joined X? I do!
Because X told me so.
#ThanksX #Yay #WhoCares

[ThePipeCurmudgeon♣️ @FineWhiteAsh]

@DukeMBB 91-76 Duke on top

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@EdwinEaves21 @DailyBuffettX @jimmybuffett I was there as well. Fantastic show.

[ThePipeCurmudgeon♣️ @FineWhiteAsh]

@DailyBuffettX @jimmybuffett April 1987. I was 15.

Jimmy Buffett and the “King Kong Trio” ( a scaled down version of the Coral Reefers).
Dean Smith Center, Chapel Hill, NC

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

For nine months, my wife, Brooklyn, carried our baby boy. And for nine months, we lived in a place between hope and heartbreak.

Early in the pregnancy, we learned something was terribly wrong. Around the three- to four-month mark, doctors told us our son had severe hydrocephalus — fluid building so rapidly in his brain that it pushed everything aside. They used to call it “water on the brain,” but the simplicity of the name didn’t soften the reality.

We were eventually referred to Cincinnati Children’s Hospital, where some of the best fetal specialists in the country met with us. And they gave us the kind of news no parent is ever prepared to hear.

His condition was so severe, so extreme, that they stopped measuring. There was no point, they said. The MRI images were devastating. We were told there was a greater than 90% chance our son would either:

• Die shortly after birth, or
• Survive with such profound cognitive impairment that life — real life — would not be possible.

We sat through meetings no parent should ever sit through. Conversations about breathing tubes. About how long to try. About the moment we might have to make the decision to let him go.

Brooklyn moved to Cincinnati to be close to the hospital. I drove back and forth — working, caring for our daughters Sophie and Lily, and trying to keep our home standing while our world felt like it was falling apart.

Then came July 8th.

Just 15 minutes before Brooklyn’s C-section, we sat with doctors again and discussed when — not if — we might have to remove life support and let our son go to heaven.

I don’t have words for that kind of pain.

And then — Charlie Edward Schnarr entered this world crying.

A strong, loud, defiant cry.

The most beautiful sound I have ever heard.

He stayed in the NICU until yesterday… and now we are home. Together. Holding him. Loving him. Watching him breathe. Watching him live.

He has mild ventricular enlargement we will keep an eye on — but otherwise?

He is thriving. Eating. Wiggling. Yawning. Gripping our fingers. Looking around at a world that was never supposed to be his.

The doctors have no explanation. They said his brain somehow cleared the blockage on its own — something none of them have seen in a case this severe. The word that kept echoing through the NICU from seasoned nurses and top specialists was the same:

“Miracle.”

“Divine intervention.”

They said it. Not us.

We know thousands of people — family, friends, coworkers, strangers — were praying for our son. I believe with everything in me that God heard those prayers. That He placed His hand on Charlie. That He said, not this one.

I will spend the rest of my life thanking Him.

To every person who prayed for us — every text, every message, every whispered intention — thank you. You carried us when we were too exhausted to carry ourselves.

Prayer is real.
God is real.
And miracles… they still happen.

With a full and grateful heart,

—Nick

[ThePipeCurmudgeon♣️ @FineWhiteAsh]

@MadMalkross It’s a fantastic blend!