Great Scot
Some people are like Slinkies.
Not really good for anything,
but they bring a smile to your face
when pushed down the stairs!
July 27, 2007
July 24, 2007
National Old Joke Day
Great Scot
In my continuing effort to provide edifying grist for this mill, I want to point out that today is National Old Joke Day. In honor of this occassion, I submit the following:
Q: How much does a pirate pay to get his ears pierced?
A: A Buccaneer.
Q: What's a Grecian Urn?
A: About a buck and a half an hour.
Q: Why don't oysters give to charity?
A: Because they're shellfish.
and finally, to get people some people in my household riled up:
She was soooooooooooooo blonde...
... she sent me a fax with a stamp on it.
... she thought a quarterback was a refund.
... she tried to put M&M's in alphabetical order
... she thought Eartha Kitt was a set of garden tools.
... she thought General Motors was in the Army.
... she spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juice can because it said "concentrate".
Have a humorous day.
In my continuing effort to provide edifying grist for this mill, I want to point out that today is National Old Joke Day. In honor of this occassion, I submit the following:
Q: How much does a pirate pay to get his ears pierced?
A: A Buccaneer.
Q: What's a Grecian Urn?
A: About a buck and a half an hour.
Q: Why don't oysters give to charity?
A: Because they're shellfish.
and finally, to get people some people in my household riled up:
She was soooooooooooooo blonde...
... she sent me a fax with a stamp on it.
... she thought a quarterback was a refund.
... she tried to put M&M's in alphabetical order
... she thought Eartha Kitt was a set of garden tools.
... she thought General Motors was in the Army.
... she spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juice can because it said "concentrate".
Have a humorous day.
July 16, 2007
My Dad
Great Scot
Today, I finalized the probate of my Father's will and I have been out of sorts ever since. This reaction struck me as very odd indeed since my Father passed away 2 1/2 years ago.
I just realized what it is. I had taken care of my Dad's needs for so long, prior to his death, that, with the conclusion of this matter, there is nothing left that I can do for him. Logically, this should be met with a "Whew! Another thing off my list of things to do." But that is not how I am feeling. Bottom line, when you love someone, the things you do for them are not a burden, they are an honor, an act of love.
I hope that I remember that lesson when it is my turn to again lean on someone else.
Today, I finalized the probate of my Father's will and I have been out of sorts ever since. This reaction struck me as very odd indeed since my Father passed away 2 1/2 years ago.
I just realized what it is. I had taken care of my Dad's needs for so long, prior to his death, that, with the conclusion of this matter, there is nothing left that I can do for him. Logically, this should be met with a "Whew! Another thing off my list of things to do." But that is not how I am feeling. Bottom line, when you love someone, the things you do for them are not a burden, they are an honor, an act of love.
I hope that I remember that lesson when it is my turn to again lean on someone else.
July 12, 2007
you dig?
pssst.
we can explain.
we're decluttering.
thinking.
organizing.
throwing out.
re-boxing, re-sorting, re-envisioning,
reinventing ourselves yet again.
getting ready for The Next Thynge.
i mean, we are In A Mood around here.
(quick! somebody bring me another trash bag!)
and when we dig ourselves out, we'll probably go for a jalapeno chili dawg and a banana split. and then we'll re-enter the blogging cosmos.
so please hang with us just a little while longer while we dig. you dig?
(have you missed us? oh, please say you have.)
we can explain.
we're decluttering.
thinking.
organizing.
throwing out.
re-boxing, re-sorting, re-envisioning,
reinventing ourselves yet again.
getting ready for The Next Thynge.
i mean, we are In A Mood around here.
(quick! somebody bring me another trash bag!)
and when we dig ourselves out, we'll probably go for a jalapeno chili dawg and a banana split. and then we'll re-enter the blogging cosmos.
so please hang with us just a little while longer while we dig. you dig?
(have you missed us? oh, please say you have.)
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