I so would have posted this on Facebook, but I think my livelihood would be at stake. It made me cry laughing. I'm sure it's not true, but it is really funny!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqtr_RvR3sY
Unless we give part of ourselves away, unless we can live with other people and understand them and help them, we are missing the most essential part of our own lives - Harold Taylor
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Adventures with Sparklers
On this 4th of July I reminisce of a time when my mother, father, friend and myself were in my parent's kitchen. And the family dog -a very important element in this story.
So, my father emerges from the basement with a box of sparklers he had found, purchase date estimated to have been circa 1962. Ok maybe they weren't "that" old, but they had to be a good 4-6 years old.
Dad walks over to the kitchen sink and retrieves a match. He is certain that a sparkler from this box won't light, but sometimes, you just have to test a theory. I was standing off to his side and my friend and my mother were sitting at the table in front of him opposite the sink. The dog, black haired labrador, was at his feet looking up appearing to be thinking my dad was a moron, or just annoyed.
Dad held about 2-3 lit matches under the sparker, not facing the sink mind you, but all of us instead, and was about to proclaim his accuracy when..... fpfpf, zzzzzz, the sparkler lit. The dog arose and this was when the action commenced.
So here stands dad, surprised that the ancient sparker actually lit and staring at it, my mother yelling at my father for lighting a sparkler indoors and my friend and I hurriedly patting out the embers of the sparkler which were falling on the startled and bewildered dog. It was hard to pat the dog as my eyes were filling with tears from laughter. Dad never moved. The dog never moved. All the action continued for the minute of sparkler excitement. At the end dad states, "Eh, guess they do still work" and my friend and I were short of breath from laughing. Mom just shook her head in smiling disapproval, knowing that this was her husband, for better or worse, and the dog........ just laid back were he was.
Lesson - don't light sparklers indoors. At least not around flammable pets anyway :-)
For my friend
Humpty Dumpty took a rest and sat on a wall.
Rumor has it he was pushed and then there were eggs for all.
From the spot that he cracked he fed many eaters
Such travesty all because of some egg beaters.
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Feeling punchy
I am thinking about going to bed, but instead my mind insists on creating things that greatly amuse me. This has been happening on and off for the past few days. I think of these really great things to write down ( mostly while in the car, mind you) and then, when I come inside, nada.
Let's see, the topics are ( as I remember them) being in love with a mountain ( I was ruminating on how looking at Pikes Peak makes me happy) Commenting on every post I see in Facebook ( this is a great deal of restraint for me not to do so) The ideal banter of a man asking me out ( the more sarcastic, but not mean the better. This one had me sold on the drive from Castle Rock to the Springs. If a guy ever manages to recreate that most awesome scenario, I'm gonna be one happy lady :-) ) Oh and the topper.... after flying Delta this round and having those _awesome_ Biscoff cookies as the snack..... I actually went on line and bought some. OMG!!! How freakin sad is that??? Well, I'll be happy when I get the cookies anyway. ( super big grin as I type)
I bought fans today as my condo is not air conditioned. ( A situation which will take a year or two and a couple thousand dollars to remedy. Eh, it's only water weight.) Anyway, fans are bloody expensive. I purchased four - 3 large and one small - and we aren't even talking the cadillacs of fans now, and the bill was over $100. Target cheap???? Kiss my ass. Should have gone to Wal_Mart. Anyway, at least they are doing the job. The one is oscillating now in front of me as I type. Ah.........
And again, I laugh and I have nothing. It's like being drunk without having drunken anything. High on life I suppose :-)
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