Showing posts with label chuckles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chuckles. Show all posts

6.11.2012

kids & the stuff they say to make me feel good.


A picture one of our primary kids, Jacob, drew for me.
For some reason it never ceases to delight me.
I find myself loving their little armless roundy-bottomed bodies and enormous grins.
I want to make it into stationary and pass it along to help cheer people up.
Pictures like this more than make up for any number of implications that I could be mistaken for one of their grandmothers.



We teach the five year old sunday school class in our church. 
It is equal parts sweet, entertaining, and so hilarious.
Yesterday we talked about how Heavenly Father helps missionaries.
Seeing as we have both served missions we brought pictures of both of us in order to illustrate a) that there are both male and female missionaries and b) what sort of attire each wears while serving.
When I showed my missionary picture one of the 5-year-old girls gasped saying "Oh look, you were so young!"
This is the same lesson that will later be remembered for one wee chap accidentally calling me grandma. Twice.
Talk about hit to the ego.










6.25.2010

design humor.


this site is funny.
it's a glimpse into the lives of catalog dwellers.
it's new so there are not a lost of posts yet,
but these are my favorite.



Elaine was not amused by Gary’s passive-aggressive response to her request to “garnish the cocktails.”



Outdoor entertaining…

Sweetheart, the Turners will be here any minute now!  Did you put the plate of figs under the table?

Hi Nancy, it’s Elaine.  I’m going to be a little late for lunch.  I can’t find my hat or my back-up hat.




Follow directions…

Greta, the invitation specifically said to bring a yellow or white food or drink.  Now, please remove your brown cookies at once.




and on that note, enjoy your weekend!



12.12.2009

just a day with grandma and me.


my grandma turns 77 this week, so on thursday we celebrated.

i took her out to lunch at nostalgia cafe,
where we ate huge sandwiches & mini's cupcakes.
this is also where grandma talked me through her most recent photo album.
and apologized profusely that i wasn't in it, even though i was.
and forgot what avocados were, so i had to explain.

then we went to barnes & noble,
where we browsed through books aplenty.
this is also where grandma got the giggles watching pigeons on the roof.
and criticized obscure books like anna karenina & oliver twist for having strange titles.
and couldn't comprehend why there were soo many magazines.

we also stopped by backyard birds,
where we admired the vast display of birdy wares.
and looked at bird baths similar to the one she has at her home in canada.
this is also where grandma insisted she had no such bird bath.
and if she did, she had never seen it.

and then we drove home.
to my aunt laurels, where she is staying.
and we watched the old movie miracle on 34th street.
grandma loved the actress playing the little girl,
but thought the last half of the movie was incredibly boring.
"they should be able to make a better film than this!" she informed me.
{maybe someday grandma, maybe someday!}
this is also when grandma expressed the following sentiment:
"funny," she said. "that it should be so dark. especially in the summer."
all while gazing at the christmas tree aglow with lights.

and then before bed, grandma recited some of her favorite poetry for me.
the white magnolia tree with fondness.
and the creation in character - accent and all.
and then she encouraged me to write some poetry of my own.
and even gave me some paper and pen,
waiting anxiously to see what i could produce on the fly.
i was sorry to disappoint.

it was a happy day indeed.

and the next morning i called my husband at 8 am.
to say hello. and i miss you.
and while talking, a timid knock came at my door.
"come in" i said.
and come in she did.
grandma was all giggles and laughter.
a good morning hug, a good morning kiss.
and surprised excitement to find someone staying in her adjoining guest room.

and although grandma probably doesn't remember any of it,
i hope that i never forget our happy day together.

12.09.2009

babies.

there are certain times where i find myself dead glad we don't yet have children.
mostly it's when we encounter any of the following:
screaming kids at the grocery store.
screaming kids at the library.
screaming kids at the movie theatre.
screaming kids in church.
screaming kids in a public bathroom.
screaming kids in an elevator.
so basically, it's the screaming.
and when i hear it, i feel glad in my heart that that parent isn't me.
and i can walk away and find a quiet place without any remorse.
because there's just something so unappealing about a screaming child.
they're inconsolable, and completely irrational.
and i know that sounds bizarre. {i mean who actually expects babies to be rational.}
but it's so unsettling to experience a crying baby without any ability to make it stop.

but there are also certain times when i long to have children.
'cause let's face it, despite all that screaming they are cute! and really funny!
and there's just something about babies.
they introduce a joy different from other joys.
and the babies you'll see in this video clip are about as cute as they come.
and about as funny as they come.
and watching this video makes me want to reach in and pick up each and every one of these infants and take them home and keep them forever.
{obviously i can't 'cause that would be kidnapping. and impossible.}

but watch this and see if you just don't wish you could!
It's a trailer I saw over at you are my fave.
and i love documentaries.
this one follows 4 babies from the 4 corners of the globe.
rural mongolia; tokyo, japan; san fransisco, usa; and namibia.
it follows them all through their first year of life.
i think it looks both fascinating and adorable.



10.19.2009

our door has a face.


it's true. here's proof.
(just in case you thought i made it up when i mentioned it here.)
ryan thought two peep holes on our front door would be hilarious. (and it kinda' is.)
we're still waiting to see what kind of fine we get for it though.
you know, since we're renting.

and my favorite part?
the way our magnet hook (where ryan hangs his work keys)
creates a nose to compliment our peep hole eyes.


*you should see the outside where our wreath hangs - it looks like an entire head!

9.29.2009

public restrooms



image from here.



when i walked into a target restroom the other day
and was greeted with its' trademark fruity scent
and then simultaneously overwhelmed by a sense of nostalgia
because it was an absolute memory smell,
{target bathrooms smell really, really good.}
i realized my frequent use of public restrooms was perhaps
teetering on the edge of dependency.


9.15.2009

spidey-mania


remember this idea?

to test its' feasibility i began cleaning out the closet today.

and found two of the largest black spiders ever. both the size of a dollar coin.

{i will not post a picture, because i'm sure you'd be just as enthusiastic about seeing them as i was.}

they were crouched in the corner poised to strike. {do spiders strike?}

and by their size i just know they have been growing and festering there since we moved all our shoes and jackets in there 2 years ago.

i killed them both. with raid. lot's of raid 'cause i am never sure when it's enough. and i want to be sure they're good and dead. and i kind of want them to suffer. i feel like they deserve it.

so now a puddle of pest killer soils our old closet/potential office. and despite the open windows and blowing fan our house smells strongly of insect-killing toxins.

and every so often i feel a creepy crawly feeling on my arm, or leg, or back, and i am certain one of their friends has sneaked upon me to take his vengeance.

phew, lucky for me ryan walked in the door just in time to dispose of their carcasses.

because you never can tell when a spidey fakes his own death.

4.14.2009

big ones, small ones, some as big as your head!

not coconuts, worms!!!





thousands, not hundreds, of worms are currently squirming around outside our door.

i know there are thousands because i have extensive experience with worms.

in my youth much of my spending money was earned through the activity (and some say sport) of hunting worms.

perhaps many of you are unaware of my worm hunting past. allow me to explain.

my dad used to send us out on rainy days armed with ice cream buckets and plastic forks.

with these tools we collected hundreds of worms for cultivation purposes in the garden.

we were paid exactly a penny for every worm we procured.

you may assume that this would not be a lucrative endeavor.

you would be wrong.

the highest earning worm day for me saw an earning of well over four dollars.

for my age demographic at the time that was quite a hefty some.

it financed quite a few happy trips to the local macs store.

never before have i witnessed as many unaided worms at once group together as tonight.

its really gross. so naturally i captured it on film!

2.11.2009

Facebook . . . Live!



This video was copied from another blog for your viewing pleasure. And for my own continued enjoyment. Quite funny really.

10.07.2008

Dave Barry on importance of education!

Anyone who knows our family knows that we love Dave Barry! He's a regular out-loud read at our house, and so I thought this would be fitting to share. Note: I am majoring in Speech Communications - one of these majors without the hassle of known facts and right answers!
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College is basically a bunch of rooms where you sit for roughly two thousand hours and try to memorize things. The two thousand hours are spread out over four years; you spend the rest of the time sleeping and trying to get dates.

Basically, you learn two kinds of things in college:

1. Things you will need to know in later life (two hours).

2. Things you will not need to know in later life (1,998 hours).

These are the things you learn in classes whose names end in -ology, -osophy, -istry, -ics, and so on. The idea is, you memorize these things, then write them down in little exam books, then forget them. If you fail to forget them, you become a professor and have to stay in college for the rest of your life.

It's very difficult to forget everything. For example, when I was in college, I had to memorize -- don't ask me why -- the names of three metaphysical poets other than John Donne. I have managed to forget one of them, but I still remember that the other two were named Vaughan and Crashaw. Sometimes, when I'm trying to remember something important like whether my wife told me to get tuna packed in oil or tuna packed in water, Vaughan and Crashaw just pop up in my mind, right there in the supermarket. It's a terrible waste of brain cells.

After you've been in college for a year or so, you're supposed to choose a major, which is the subject you intend to memorize and forget the most things about. Here is a very important piece of advice: be sure to choose a major that does not involve Known Facts and Right Answers. This means you must not major in mathematics, physics, biology, or chemistry, because these subjects involve actual facts. If, for example, you major in mathematics, you're going to wander into class one day and the professor will say: "Define the cosine integer of the quadrant of a rhomboid binary axis, and extrapolate your result to five significant vertices." If you don't come up with exactly the answer the professor has in mind, you fail. The same is true of chemistry: if you write in your exam book that carbon and hydrogen combine to form oak, your professor will flunk you. He wants you to come up with the same answer he and all the other chemists have agreed on.

Scientists are extremely snotty about this.

So you should major in subjects like English, philosophy, psychology, and sociology -- subjects in which nobody really understands what anybody else is talking about, and which involve virtually no actual facts. I attended classes in all these subjects, so I'll give you a quick overview of each:

ENGLISH: This involves writing papers about long books you have read little snippets of just before class. Here is a tip on how to get good grades on your English papers: Never say anything about a book that anybody with any common sense would say. For example, suppose you are studying Moby-Dick. Anybody with any common sense would say that Moby-Dick is a big white whale, since the characters in the book refer to it as a big white whale roughly eleven thousand times. So in your paper, you say Moby-Dick is actually the Republic of Ireland.

Your professor, who is sick to death of reading papers and never liked Moby-Dick anyway, will think you are enormously creative. If you can regularly come up with lunatic interpretations of simple stories, you should major in English.

PHILOSOPHY: Basically, this involves sitting in a room and deciding there is no such thing as reality and then going to lunch. You should major in philosophy if you plan to take a lot of drugs.

PSYCHOLOGY: This involves talking about rats and dreams. Psychologists are obsessed with rats and dreams. I once spent an entire semester training a rat to punch little buttons in a certain sequence, then training my roommate to do the same thing. The rat learned much faster. My roommate is now a doctor. If you like rats or dreams, and above all if you dream about rats, you should major in psychology.

SOCIOLOGY: For sheer lack of intelligibility, sociology is far and away the number one subject. I sat through hundreds of hours of sociology courses, and read gobs of sociology writing, and I never once heard or read a coherent statement. This is because sociologists want to be considered scientists, so they spend most of their time translating simple, obvious observations into scientific-sounding code. If you plan to major in sociology, you'll have to learn to do the same thing. For example, suppose you have observed that children cry when they fall down. You should write: "Methodological observation of the sociometrical behavior tendencies of prematurated isolates indicates that a casual relationship exists between groundward tropism and lachrimatory, or 'crying,' behavior forms." If you can keep this up for fifty or sixty pages, you will get a large government grant.