Having a bad day –
feeling a little blue?
Of course we can talk –
I’m always here for you!
humor
One Question
Hey Buddy, I don’t know you, we’ve never met. But it looks like this is not your best day. I’m in my car and I see you walking over the overpass. Since you are on the side without the sidewalk I’m guessing you are a defiant one. Or too lazy to cross the street. If I have to guess – which I do – I’d say you’re not more than twenty. Your long denim shorts look kind of gangsta in a small town, redneck sort of way. Judging by your not-so white shirt it looks like it’s time for you to learn how to do some laundry. It’s not that hard. The cast on your arm from wrist to elbow adds an interesting aspect to your story. I’m just not sure what it is. And then there’s the bag. You’re carrying a garbage bag full of something. This all leads me to one question, “Dude, what is in the garbage bag?”
But I’ve passed you and you have disappeared from my rearview mirror. I will never get to ask. Darn.
What if…
What if when we get to heaven the final review of our life will be in a Facebook format?
And what if our progression from that point is determined by the number of likes we accumulated?
Oh, dangme! I’m in trouble.
Wendy’s Friends
Watch this first or else the rest won’t make any sense.
The group couldn’t all fit into one car, of course. In the Wendy-less car the following conversation took place:
“All right, who invited Wendy?”
“I don’t think anyone did. She just popped up out of nowhere as usual.”
“I told you to not let her know we were getting together today.”
“I’m sorry, I know I’m new to the group, but what’s wrong with Wendy? She seemed nice.”
“She is nice. She just has a one-track mind. No matter what we do or plan to do we always end up getting fast food when she’s around. It started innocently enough. But then we noticed, she always navigates us to the same place. It’s as if she has a stake in it or something.”
“The worst part is we feel like we’re in some sort of commercial whenever she’s around.”
“I vote for an intervention!”
“Seriously. She needs to get a hobby. Other than fast food.”
“You gonna tell her that?”
“No, because she’ll make us talk about it over a burger.”
High School Crush
So, I see you’re in the news
you just can’t lay off the booze
your life is a big wreck
looks like it’s gone all to heck
since school.
Friday Fish Tale
The other day I had a meeting with the Quality Assurance team. It was one of those highly-important kind of meetings that I get invited to so that I can take notes. This means, I need to pay attention. Which, as any regular reader to this blog knows, is not my strong suit. I mean, just look at my cover picture. It’s a little girl wandering aimlessly on the beach. No sir, focus and attention is not a strength of mine. But the good news is I can only improve. So, that’s good.
The Line of Disbelief
There is a line for us. A line we just will not cross. It is the line of disbelief. The line is at varying lengths depending on the individual. For example, I think my dad’s line is just barely past his nose. If we put in a movie with any green guys or ugly monsters, it’s a safe bet he’s out of there. My sister NJ’s is a little farther out but she reached it the other night.
We were watching Lois and Clark. What? I already confessed I watch it on Sunday evenings. Anyway, we watched Lois and Clark, the New Adventures of Superman. She giggled. “This episode is just silly.”
J’s Story
Have you ever been told something that you’re not quite sure if it’s true? Ever? Years later you still retell the story (because it is a good story) and there’s always an edge of doubt to your voice. You are always compelled to attach a disclaimer with the events just in case the audience won’t believe you. Then you can say, “Yeah, I don’t think it could happen either,” and not sound so gullible. It happens to me quite a bit.
Buds
Of course you’re my buddy!
Why is there some doubt
making you feel a little blue?
I thought you understood
but I suppose not
so I will explain it to you.
Arachnids and Me
I live in the high-desert mountains of Wyoming. This means I have plenty of uninvited guests sneak into my home because my home is built right on top of theirs. Spiders are frequent intruders and I am constantly killing reminding them to stay out.
The other day I found a web connected to the toilet. Okay, no way am I going to let a cobweb be connected to something I use at my most vulnerable moments. Or to sensitive areas that I really don’t want to get bit. I got rid of it immediately.
One morning I woke up and went to do my normal morning routine. As I stumbled out of my bedroom I walked through a silvery, kind of sticky substance. One industrious spider had spent the night spinning a web in my doorway.
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