Adage:
"An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure." Benjamin Franklin
Epigram:
"A pound of prevention isn't equal to an ounce of really good chocolate." Robynn
Copyright 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Breaking News!
Mrs. M at I've Changed My Name to Mommy just notified me this late night (which is actually early morning - party preparations and all) that an interview she did with me last week is up and posted on her blog today! I can't believe it but it's there. I hope you get a chance to pop over and check it out and peruse her blog as well. You'll like her. And if you follow her, you will be entered in a drawing to be featured. Isn't that the most generous thing? I LOVE her blog and she is quite the interviewer as well as writer. I hope she teaches a class. I'll take it! THANK YOU MRS. M!! You are gangs of fun!
(My regular post appears below - don't miss the Fuplers!)
(My regular post appears below - don't miss the Fuplers!)
The Fuplers Kick off the Party!
Tonight is graduation party night. Rock on. It's time for luau and karaoke and scores of friends. Bo here, and Miss Maddie, are making a night of it by combining parties. Should be a great time!
But, parties put me in a silly mood and I'm thinkin' by the time midnight rolls around, I'm gonna be pretty hysterical. I'll be laughing at everything and nothing. And I want you to be laughin' with me. So I just HAVE to share the following video. Oregon cousins brought this to us and well, we've been tuning in regularly just so we can split seams all over again. If teenage boy descriptions of a body part everyone possesses offends you (no swearing involved), then I advise you not to watch. But if you are in possession of children, especially siblings, you will find this tame (unless yours are completely unlike mine, never fight, and always say only the sweetest things to each other.) That ain't life around our house and I think this may feature my mom mojo, especially the five-o'clock shadow.
The funniest thing is one guy plays the part of mom, dad, teenage brother, and little sister. Do yourself a favor and put your coffee down.
(P.S. Video run time is actually two minutes even though it says two-and-a-half.)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Dearly Departed......
And then there were none.
The last of my visiting cousins left early this morning to head back to Oregon. That group comprised Joey, his wife Laurie, and their girls, Elizabeth and Ashley, the 19-yr-old twins, Katie, The Wild Man's age and in full possession of a sensitive and curious mind, and Julianna, 11, the spitfire. We got to keep Elizabeth for the night on Monday (she is at college so she and Bo had a lot to talk about). And most came for lunch yesterday as we hung out and had great laughs. Ashley had to miss out on this part because she headed for Ukraine on a missions trip.
On Saturday night we hosted the Illinois/Iowa cousins. Kristen (on the left here) and Stasha (on the right) came rolling in for dinner and stayed into the wee hours of Sunday morning. I had never met Stasha. She moved to California in 1993 and, being the functional family we are, no one ever told us. The fact is, no one really has much of a relationship with anyone else and truth-telling is at a minimum. (If the craziness on both sides of this family tree gets any deeper, the Grand Canyon will look like a mud puddle in comparison. Ah, Egypt....I do NOT long for you. I LOVE the Promised Land!) In fact, she never knew she had family in California. And Kristen we saw, for the first and last time, once, when she was 15.
So here we are, the remnant, the truth-tellers. Some of the cousins and one Aunt, from both sides of my family, willing to look the facts in the eyeball and move forward. Willing to do the hard work of changing family legacies, by God's goodness and grace to us, and then gladly Lampooning everything within range, for sanity's sake. No "Leave It to Beaver" here. In fact, I think most everything must have gotten left to Beaver. Except the humor - who has more fun than a bunch of refugees from wacked-out families? And what we lack in family numbers we make up for in the largest and most supportive group of true friends - some of them refugees themselves. And the best thing about friends is you get to pick them. O yea, O YAY!
The last of my visiting cousins left early this morning to head back to Oregon. That group comprised Joey, his wife Laurie, and their girls, Elizabeth and Ashley, the 19-yr-old twins, Katie, The Wild Man's age and in full possession of a sensitive and curious mind, and Julianna, 11, the spitfire. We got to keep Elizabeth for the night on Monday (she is at college so she and Bo had a lot to talk about). And most came for lunch yesterday as we hung out and had great laughs. Ashley had to miss out on this part because she headed for Ukraine on a missions trip.
On Saturday night we hosted the Illinois/Iowa cousins. Kristen (on the left here) and Stasha (on the right) came rolling in for dinner and stayed into the wee hours of Sunday morning. I had never met Stasha. She moved to California in 1993 and, being the functional family we are, no one ever told us. The fact is, no one really has much of a relationship with anyone else and truth-telling is at a minimum. (If the craziness on both sides of this family tree gets any deeper, the Grand Canyon will look like a mud puddle in comparison. Ah, Egypt....I do NOT long for you. I LOVE the Promised Land!) In fact, she never knew she had family in California. And Kristen we saw, for the first and last time, once, when she was 15.
So here we are, the remnant, the truth-tellers. Some of the cousins and one Aunt, from both sides of my family, willing to look the facts in the eyeball and move forward. Willing to do the hard work of changing family legacies, by God's goodness and grace to us, and then gladly Lampooning everything within range, for sanity's sake. No "Leave It to Beaver" here. In fact, I think most everything must have gotten left to Beaver. Except the humor - who has more fun than a bunch of refugees from wacked-out families? And what we lack in family numbers we make up for in the largest and most supportive group of true friends - some of them refugees themselves. And the best thing about friends is you get to pick them. O yea, O YAY!
So goodbye, family. Thank you for the reconnect. I hope it grows and blossoms as we've all headed down our different paths of reconstruction. God bless us everyone. Especially the goofballs like Junlianna here with as many grapes in her mouth as she can shove in.
Copyright 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Heroes
Do you ever feel like there isn't enough good news? I quit taking the paper because if I'm going to write a "mostly" humor blog, I have to feel like laughing now and again and I sure don't get much inspiration from anything the paper offers. Now my family? Friends? You guys? Life in general? That gets me laughing or thinking (something I don't do all the time due to brain endangerment - hate to wear it out early), or you inspire me.
So do stories about selflessness.
My bloggy friend, Fruitcake Sandy at It's Never Too Late for a Happy Childhood has a brother and his wife who were featured in this month's Reader's Digest for their riveting tale of heroism. Above is a photo of them and you can read the story here. (He is also the uncle of my sweet friend, Bz, at The Mosquitos Buzz because Sandy's her mom. When you get to know what really great people they are - and that's no bloggy flattery, it's true - you won't be surprised that they are related to heroes like this.) I truly hope you give yourself the gift of reading this amazing story on her blog. I'll be looking for the Reader's Digest copy, too!
So do stories about selflessness.
My bloggy friend, Fruitcake Sandy at It's Never Too Late for a Happy Childhood has a brother and his wife who were featured in this month's Reader's Digest for their riveting tale of heroism. Above is a photo of them and you can read the story here. (He is also the uncle of my sweet friend, Bz, at The Mosquitos Buzz because Sandy's her mom. When you get to know what really great people they are - and that's no bloggy flattery, it's true - you won't be surprised that they are related to heroes like this.) I truly hope you give yourself the gift of reading this amazing story on her blog. I'll be looking for the Reader's Digest copy, too!
Sandy, I borrowed your photo of them without your permission but I hope you'll forgive me and knowing you, I think I'm good. :~)
Copyright 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Weather On The 8's - From My Foundation Garment
Several years ago The Wild Man was given a handy cloth calendar and weather chart. It hung on the wall of his bedroom and he could change the day and forecast by way of little number or picture pieces backed with velcro. This was fun for him for a short while but I think I played with it more until he made me take it down. Through the years, a few pieces fell off and disappeared.
As I was getting dressed Saturday, something under my bra strap felt uncomfortable. I reached for it and ferreted out a little cloth velcro sign stuck there. Somehow this thing materialized and decided to go for a ride through the laundry with my unmentionables - which I just mentioned.
As I was getting dressed Saturday, something under my bra strap felt uncomfortable. I reached for it and ferreted out a little cloth velcro sign stuck there. Somehow this thing materialized and decided to go for a ride through the laundry with my unmentionables - which I just mentioned.
I went outside and I'll be darned if this isn't what I saw:
Who knew these vital clothing articles had prophetic properties? Let's just hope I don't get word that my barometers are falling!
Who knew these vital clothing articles had prophetic properties? Let's just hope I don't get word that my barometers are falling!
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Saturday, June 6, 2009
Minky's Marvels - I Believe I Can "Fly!"
Minky is a jumping bean. That's all there is to it. Her two favorite activities in life are running and jumping. She jumps when she doesn't need to. She is simply happiest when she is airborn. Thursday night, after all the cousin festivities and a quick trip downtown to see a young artist friend's gallery exhibition (more about that in another post with pictures of him and his amazing work), we took a few minutes for Minky frivolity. She loves to catch anything and this orange rubber thingy is a fav. My desk is on the left and the rocking chair is pushed out into the entry way so she doesn't crash on it. She looks like a reindeer here.
The higher the better as far as she's concerned. (Note my wild wallpaper of garden seed packets. I can't change it. No one will let me. We all love it. The End.)
But this one took our breath away. We were prayin' she stuck the landing. Our little bat - hanging from the ceiling upside down. She hit the ground on all fours rarin' to go again.
Who has more fun than Minky?
The higher the better as far as she's concerned. (Note my wild wallpaper of garden seed packets. I can't change it. No one will let me. We all love it. The End.)
But this one took our breath away. We were prayin' she stuck the landing. Our little bat - hanging from the ceiling upside down. She hit the ground on all fours rarin' to go again.
Who has more fun than Minky?
(P.S. Cruddy carpet disclaimer: The carpet is 20 years old and is clean but stained. It will be replaced by wood flooring which is here and in the garage but has not managed to put itself in yet. We have one room done - Bo's. We move at the speed of light - before you turn on the switch.)
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