DL is giving us a chance to re-post special news, maybe an important event, or perhaps something that just bears a second look. (Thanks, DL!)
Here's mine. I trimmed it at bit since there are lots of blogs to visit in this blog hop. This was the part I wanted to share again.
An After-Christmas Gift
As far back as I can remember - and that goes pretty far back - we
always had tinsel (or icicles) on our Christmas tree. It was the only
decoration that we considered 'disposable'. The last thing to go on and
the first to come off, and be thrown away, before all the other
ornaments were packed away for next year.
But a few years back, when it was time to decorate our tree, I
discovered most stores had stopped selling tinsel. No one we talked to
was quite sure why. Probably a health hazard of some kind, another one
of those things I've used or done for most of my life that has now been
deemed unsafe. So there would be no tinsel on our tree. There would be a
lot more ornaments, though. That was the first Christmas after my dear
mum-in-law had passed and we had brought her Christmas ornaments home to
add to our own.
Not surprisingly, all of Mama's ornaments were very old and very well
cared for. Most were still in their original boxes. But there was also
something wrapped in several sheets of tissue paper. I carefully
unfolded the paper and discovered...tinsel. About two boxes worth, I
guessed, each strand carefully laid out and saved from previous years.
We used Mama's tinsel that year, and saved it for the next. I've since
found a store that still sells tinsel and I bought several boxes but
they remain unopened For now I use Mama's, and I take the time to
remove each strand after Christmas and return it to the tissue paper
wrapping for next year. It reminds me of her, and it also reminds me of
how easily we throw things away. We've become a disposable society. It's
easier to discard what's old or broken or would take too much effort to
save. Things, relationships, people.
Mama knew it's important to save what we have. To care for, repair, and
cherish. She left this knowledge for us, wrapped in tissue paper, to be
opened and remembered every year. I thought it was a gift worth sharing
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Here are the links to the other participants in this Blog Hop. Happy hopping and don't forget to say hi when you visit.
Wait a minute. This is supposed to be my last Hump Day post before Christmas. That means...oh my gosh! Christmas is a week away!!!!
I'm not ready. I having more shopping to do, and wrapping, and planning Christmas dinner for the whole family.
I should have known it was coming. There are signs everywhere. Even in my own house.
In my living room.
In my family room.
Over the fireplace.
But how did it get here so quickly?
Okay, tell you what. How about if I just share a couple of my favorite bits of Christmas funnies.
Politically Correct Twelve Days of Christmas On the 12th
day of the Eurocentrically imposed midwinter festival,Significant Other in a consenting adult,
monogamous relationship gave tome: a.. TWELVE
males reclaiming their inner warrior through ritual drumming, b.. ELEVEN
pipers piping (plus the 18-member pit orchestra made up ofmembers in good standing of the
Musicians Equity Union as called for intheir union contract even though they will not be asked
to play a note) c. TEN
melanin deprived testosterone-poisoned scions of the patriarchalruling class system
leaping d. NINE
persons engaged in rhythmic self-expression e. EIGHT
economically disadvantaged female persons stealing milk-productsfrom enslaved
Bovine-Americans f. SEVEN
endangered swans swimming on federally protected wetlands g. SIX
enslaved Fowl-Americans producing stolen non-human animal
products, h. FIVE
golden symbols of culturally sanctioned enforced domesticincarceration.
members of the Animal Liberation Front threatened to throw red paint at my computer, the
calling birds, hens andpartridge have been reintroduced to their native
habitat. To avoid furtherAnimal-American enslavement, the remaining gift package
has been revised. i. FOUR
hours of recorded whale songs j. THREE
deconstructionist poets k. TWO
Sierra Club calendars printed on recycled processed tree
carcasses,and l. ONE
Spotted Owl activist chained to an old-growth pear tree.
Number eight has always been my favorite.
(Bovine-Americans...hee hee hee).
And here they are...those fabulous Silent Monks.
I love that video every Christmas.
I wouldn't forget your "aw".
I know we see lots of cute pics of sleeping pups, but this little one is definitely somebody's furbaby.
It got me.
Not only is this an "on the run" post - it will be one of two this week.
I'm wrestling with Internet issues today. One of my email accounts appears to have been hacked and is sending bogus email in my name. And Google, in its infinite wisdom, has decided I need protection from Spam comments, even though I keep telling them I don't.
If you're kind enough to leave me a comment, you'll probably see that annoying "prove you're not a robot" verification. This is NOT my idea. I've re-set the Word Verification to off until I'm blue in the face and I can't make that thing go away. If anyone has any helpful hints for me, please share.
Since words are giving me so much trouble today, this post is going to be light on text and heavy on pictures. Hopefully ones that make you laugh.
This one just tickled me.
You've got to give him credit for trying.
Have you ever been in this position?
At least he came back to check.
This looks exactly like my son's dog.
And that sounds like an excuse he'd use too.
(If he could talk, of course.)
While we're thinking of Christmas, how true is this?
Yeah, you know you do it.
If you're a writer, or know a writer, here's a great Christmas idea.
Well, why not? Everyone reads in there.
Time for your weekly "aw". I was thinking of using another family picture this week but then I came across this one. It was just made for a good "aw".
Don't you agree?
So here we are - over the hump for this week and just two weeks away from Christmas.
If you're responsible for holiday decorating, shopping, wrapping, entertaining, etc., you're probably screaming for time to slow down.
Here's a tip.
Find your inner child. The next two weeks will drag on forever.
I'm off to go wrestle with Blogger and my email.
Have a great week and an ever better weekend. See you next Wednesday.
Quote for Today:
Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind. ~Mary Ellen Chase
Okay, I'll admit it. I was hunting online for some good funnies for you today and got sidetracked watching videos of dogs "singing" along with various tunes. Please don't ask me why. But since I'm feeling a little brain dead now, I'm going to offer you a chance to exercise your little gray cells.
Here's a hump day quiz!
Don't worry, the answers are are the bottom of this post but give it your best try before peeking.
Q1. If you throw a red stone into the blue sea what it will become?
Q2. What is the main reason for divorce?
Q3. If you had three apples and four oranges in one hand and four apples and three oranges in other hand, what would you have?
What? Are you all twisted up already?
Keep going. You can do it.
Q4. River Ravi flows in which state?
Q5. What can you never eat for breakfast?
Q6. How can you lift an elephant with one hand?
Q7. What looks like half an apple?
Oh, come on. They're not that hard.
Only three to go.
Q8. If it took eight men ten hours to build a wall, how long would it take four men to build it?
Q9. How can a man go eight days without sleeping ?
Q10. How can you drop a raw egg onto a concrete floor without cracking it?
Good grief. They're dropping like flies.
Okay. Okay. You can relax. Here are the answers.
A1. Wet A2. Marriage A3. Very large hands A4. Liquid A5. Lunch & dinner A6. You will never find an elephant that has one hand. A7. The other half A8. No time at all, the wall is already built. A9. No problem, he sleeps at night. A10. Any way you want, concrete floors are very hard to crack.
How did you do? (Be honest now.)
I'm doing something a little different for your "aw" today. I'm feeling a little nostalgic and a bit sad after our first Thanksgiving without my dad so I've been spending time looking at old photos. This is my dad and my brother playing a little one on one football. This may only work for me but the happiness on my brother's face seemed like a perfect "aw".
Did it work for you?
Are you there? Over the hump and sailing toward a wonderful weekend?
It's Thanksgiving week here in the states so I'm going to vary from my usual hump day post today to share a few thoughts on the holiday. (To my friends in other lands who aren't celebrating a holiday this week, please bear with me.)
There's a lot of controversy right now on the subject of stores opening on Thanksgiving afternoon or evening to get a jump on the "Black Friday" shopping frenzy. I don't think it's about the stores...it's about the shoppers. If any of these stores open tomorrow and no one comes to shop because it's a special holiday, next year the store will probably stay closed. I do not expect this to happen.
Does anyone remember Blue Laws? When I was growing up in Massachusetts, stores weren't allowed to open on Sunday, because..well, it was Sunday. (Pharmacies were allowed to open but could only sell medicines or first aid supplies.) Sundays were for church and for families. Then the laws were repealed in some areas and people would drive to those areas on Sunday to shop, and the laws slowly disappeared. Now we all shop on Sunday and no one thinks anything of it.
In a few years, I imagine Thanksgiving will be just another shopping day and Christmas will be the last day considered "special" enough to put our need to consume on hold for one day. Until it isn't.
It's up to us, of course.
A word of thanks here to all those who have always worked on "holidays" - police, firefighters, health care providers...all those whose work must be done every day for the sake of the rest of us. Bless you all.
This Thanksgiving will be a hard one for our family because of an empty place at the table. I know a few of you are facing the same thing. My prayers are with you.
But I have so much to be thankful for this year, the list would fill this post and several more. So I'll go with the biggie: tomorrow both of my sons and daughters-in-law and all the grandkids will be here with hubby and me to enjoy a traditional turkey dinner. Doesn't get much better than that.
Will you share something you're thankful for this week?
Now let me close with a couple of my favorite Thanksgiving funnies...
Those two always get me.
Don't forget to share something you're thankful for this week.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, or if this isn't a holiday week where you are, just have a wonderful week and I'll see you here next Wednesday.
Thought for Today:
Years from now, will they remember that 'great' gift you scored on sale, or the special times you shared?
No, he's not for hump day. In fact there's also a donkey in my sink. A couple lambs on the floor. And Joseph, Mary, and a shepherd sitting on my kitchen chairs.
I sort of volunteered last Christmas to repaint all the figures in our church's Nativity scene. I planned to do this over the summer but...well, you all know what happened to my summer. So now I'm frantically trying to get these done so we can decorate the church on Sunday.
Yeah, yeah, you know what this is. It's my excuse for being late with your hump day post. I would have skipped it but I promised DL Hammons after I missed a week a couple weeks ago that I'd do better. So here we go. It's gonna be short, sweet and hopefully funny.
Here's a cat photo I missed last week.
How do they do that?
Remember that blog I did a while back about blending in?
Yup, this little one's got it figure out.
Several days ago as I left a meeting at our church, I gave myself a personal TSA pat down, looking for my keys. They were not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room revealed nothing. Suddenly I realized, I must have left them in the car. Frantically I headed for the parking lot. My wife, Diane, has scolded me many times for leaving the keys in the ignition. My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them. Her theory is that the car will be stolen. As I burst through the doors of the church, I came to a terrifying conclusion. Her theory was right. The parking lot was empty. I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen.
Then I made the most difficult call of all, "Honey," I stammered. I always call her 'honey' in times like these. "I left my keys in the car, and it's been stolen."
There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard Diane's voice, "Ken, I dropped you off!"
Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, "Well, come and get me."
"I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not stolen your car!"
Hey, here's a great tip for second graders of all ages.
This one was trying for a little creativity in the parent's signature department.
Did you know I was a techno weenie in my former life (IT Director)? We wanted to have shirts made up that said: "Have you tried rebooting?"
It made sense in the office. Maybe not so much here.
Did you get hit with snow this week? We got about 5" with record setting cold.
I think I saw this lady...
She wasn't quite ready for winter.
And I wouldn't forget your weekly "aw".
I know we see a lot of these 'kids aad dogs sleeping together' pictures. But there was something about this one, especially the look of endless patience on the dog's face, that made it an "aw" for me.
Was it for you?
Okay, this is a post and run but I hope I came up with enough funnies to get you over the mid week hump and coasting toward a fabulous weekend.
Did any of these tickle your funny bone?
Back to my painting. Wish me luck.
And have a wonderful week. See you next Wednesday.
Quote for Today:
There are three kinds of men: Some learn by reading. Some learn by observation. The rest have to pee on the electric fence and find out for themselves. ~ Will Rogers
The theme for today is ridiculous...and the slightly scary.
Today's photos are all cats. Cats, cats, and more cats. And since I'm a dog person, that could be the scary part - but it isn't. The text parts of this post are simple questions and answers supposedly given by teenagers. I can't swear these are all true but even if half of them are, I fear for our future.
Let's start off with a feline photo.
Hmm. That could almost qualify as scary.
Now some Q and A's.
Q. What is the fibula? A. A small lie.
Q. Name a major disease associated with
cigarettes. A. Premature death.
are steroids? A. Things for keeping carpets still on the stairs.
Q. What happens to a boy when he reaches puberty? A. He says goodbye to his boyhood and looks forward to his adultery. (So true)
Q. What does 'varicose' mean? A. Nearby.
Q. What is a seizure? A. A Roman Emperor. (You know, like Julius Seizure)
Okay, this is definitely scary.
Well, isn't it?
Q. Give the meaning of the
term 'Caesarean section'. A. The caesarean section is a district in
Q. What guarantees may a mortgage company insist on? A.
If you are buying a house they will insist that you are well endowed.
How is dew formed? A. The sun shines down on the leaves and makes them
And while we're on the subject of plants...
Definitely needed a bigger pot.
Okay, last three.
Q. What happens to your body as
you age? A. When you get old, so do your bowels and you
Q. What is artificial
insemination? A. When the farmer does it to the bull instead of the cow.
Q. How can you delay milk turning sour? A. Keep it in the cow.
(Simple, but brilliant)
Whew. After those answers and contemplating our future, I think we need a good "aw".
And - whoops - I'm afraid life tossed a whole bunch of stuff my way last week and by the time I shoveled out from under, Hump Day had come and gone. Sorry I left you to struggle over the mid-week hump without your funnies.
Lately, I've seen a bunch of signs that really tickled my funny bone, so I'm going simple with this post and just sharing them with you.
Of course, we have to start our day with some coffee.
Make that LOTS of coffee.
And I don't want to be disturbed while I'm drinking it.
I think that covers everything.
Now I need to walk the dog.
Um, it sure looks like a walkway.
Let's try the next street.
Well, the name is certainly promising.
Can we find a good spot?
I guess not.
Maybe we'll try the park.
(Sometimes it's not the wording, it's the placement.)
Well, pooh. I guess I'll take the dog home and go buy some food for the cat.
Does this really need to be explained?
Now here's an interesting advertisement.
I think I'd be afraid to go there.
(Think about it.)
But this was my absolute favorite.
Aw, come on - you laughed.
I didn't find any signs that made me say "aw" so I have to go with a picture.
I've given you several babies with pets but how about babies with each other?
It's a young at heart hump day. Well, actually, just plain young. I've got all kid related funnies for you today.
This joke came to me in an email with the subject line: Why Parents Drink.
wondered why one of his employees was absent but had not phoned in
sick, so he dialed the employee's home phone number and was
greeted with a child's whisper:
"Is your daddy
A small voice whispered... "Yes, he's out in
"May I talk with
"Well, is your Mommy there?"
"Yes, she's out in the garden
"May I talk with her?"
was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, "Is anybody
a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked, "May I speak with
"No, he's talking to Daddy and Mommy and the police
more worried as he heard a loud noise in the background, the boss asked, "What
is that noise?"
"The search team just landed a
"Asearch team? What are they searching
whispering, the young voice replied with a muffled
Yup, that would be one reason .
I lost my youngest one time when he was a toddler. Had the neighbors out helping me search before I found him sleeping under a piled up blanket in the dog's bed. (True story.)
In honor of all this year's new and returning zombie TV shows:
Since that first joke was a bit long, here are a couple quickies.
FROM A MOM: I was driving with my three young children one warm summer evening when a woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved. She was stark naked! As I was reeling from the shock my 5-year-old shouted from the back seat: "Mom, that lady isn't wearing her seat belt!"
FROM A POLICE OFFICER: It was the end of the day when I parked my police van in front of the
station. As I gathered my equipment, my K-9 partner Jake started barking,
and I saw a little boy staring in at me.
"Is that a dog you got back
there?" he asked. "It sure is," I replied. Puzzled, the boy looked at me
and then towards the back of the van. Finally he said, "What'd he do?"
FROM ANOTHER MOM: While working for an organization that delivers lunches to
elderly shut-ins, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my afternoon
rounds. She was unfailingly intrigued by the various appliances of old
age,particularly the canes, walkers and wheelchairs. One day I found her staring at a pair of dentures soaking in a glass. As I braced myself for the inevitable barrage of questions she merely turned and whispered, "The tooth fairy will never believe
Of course, sometimes in our kids we see a shadow of things to come.
I think I know his father.
Here's a little memory for the young at heart (other body parts may be a bit older).
Come on, admit it.
Okay, time for your weekly "aw".
I had a lot of great pictures of kids sleeping with/on/under their pets but I liked this one.
Reading a good book to a friend. What could be better?
Do you agree?
That's it for this week. Hope we got you over the mid-week hump and coasting toward a fabulous weekend.
Did you have a favorite?
See you next week.
Dilemma of the Day:
I planted some bird seed. A bird came up. Now I don't know what to feed it.