Déjà Vu Blogfest!

First I'd like to thank everyone who offered advice and/or moral support on my cry for help last Friday.  I think I've got the basics figured out at least enough to join and promote the Blogfest I was talked about.

It's a cool little Blogfest. I found it on Lydia Kang's blog The World is my Oyster.  It's the



The idea is to dig out one of your favorite past posts - a big news post or something especially fun or informative, whatever - and re-post it on December 16th.  This should make December 16th a "Best of" day for everyone who participates.  How fun and how easy is that?

Okay, if I've figured out Mr. Linky at all (and this is still questionable), you should be able to sign up here:

 

If not, just hop over to Lydia's blog and join from there.

 

And thanks for not laughing at my technical ineptitude.

 

Looking ahead, our family is celebrating two holidays this week.  Thanksgiving, of course, but also on that day, I become the grandmother of a *gasp* teenager.  My eldest grandson is turning thirteen.  Wow, I feel old.

 

Then (first birthday)

 

and now.

 

Happy Birthday, Drake.

 

 

 

Groaner of the Day:  A debt collector knocked on the door of a country family, that made their living weaving cloth.

 

"Is Jack home?" he asked the woman who answered the door.

 

"Im sorry," the woman replied. "Jack's gone for cotton."

 

A few weeks later the collector tried again. "Is Jack here today?"

 

Once again the answer was "No, sir, I'm afraid he has gone for cotton."

 

When he returned for the third time and Jack was still nowhere to be seen, he complained, "I suppose Jack is gone for cotton again?"

 

"No," the woman answered solemnly, "Jack died yesterday."

 

Suspicious that he was being tricked, the collector decided to wait a week and investigate the cemetery himself. But sure enough, there was poor Jack's tombstone, with this inscription: ...

 

"Gone, But Not for Cotton."

(oh, that's so bad)