Silly Shorts

I found this article on a job hunting site. At first, it looked normal. They're advertising for clerical help. Keep reading - they want this person to pick up lumber and appear in court for them.



Oh, I see. You want a Clerical Paralegal Lumberjack - gotcha!

From the time my kids started to talk, I worked very carefully with them on pronunciation. If they mispronounced a word, I would slowly enunciate it and then have them repeat each syllable after me.

One day I was in the grocery store with my three-year-old son. As we were entering the pasta aisle, he apparently decided he could teach ME something. He looked up at me and said,

"Mom, can you say buhhh-sskett-teee?"

I thought the woman at the other end of the aisle was going to pee her pants.

There are some creative minds out there. This youtube video is funny even if you don't play WoW and you've never heard of Abbott and Costello.

Judging from the time lapses between my blog entries, you would think that I've lost interest in any kind of social networking. Quite the contrary, I dove into the deep end of the pool and I'm paddling like crazy to try to stay afloat.

I LOVE getting friend requests or comments, it means that people have found my profile and have an appreciation for my screwy sense of humor. Thank you, I really appreciate that very much. Unfortunately, while I love blogging, at the same time that I discovered it, I also came across a host of other online opportunities for self-expression. With so many distractions (regardless of my enthusiasm for each), it suddenly occurs to me why the dog who chases his tail never gets anywhere.

I promise that I will do my very best to get myself organized and start contributing some chuckles to my blog more regularly. In the meantime, I have a tail to chase...

To preface this story, I need to tell you something about my father. He worked in construction, was very intelligent, and very hard on cars - especially transmissions. At the time of this story, he was driving a very large car (a Chrysler Newport) with a faulty muffler and he had recently lost the reverse gear from the transmission.

In the early 80's, I had recently graduated high school and was working in a small factory. My younger sister was attending a local private school. My father would drop her, then me off every morning before he went to work. Since my sister had to be dropped off extra early, Dad and I would have extra time in the morning, which we generally used by stopping for coffee and conversation at a local restaurant in town.

One Monday morning, we pulled into an angled parking space in front of the restaurant. We had no more than come to a stop when my father muttered, "D@#% it!". I asked him what was wrong and he told me that he had forgotten that he had recently lost the reverse in the car. It took me about two seconds to sum up the situation in my mind - the weight of the car, the cold weather and the parking spaces that slanted down toward the sidewalk.

I took a deep breath and was about to offer to get out and help push the car back into the street when Dad spoke again, "Oh, the h*$# with it!". He put the car into gear, drove up over the curb, then across the sidewalk (right past the front of the restaurant) until we got beyond the line of parked cars so he could pull back out onto the street and stop.

I sat in stunned silence, not believing what just happened. My dad just turned to me and said, "You still want that coffee?"

Dad - I love you. I miss you. R.I.P.