Showing posts with label just fun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label just fun. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
8 Year Old Son's 1st Crochet Project
My son has been working on a pink scarf for his cousin, he decided to add long strips as a neat design feature. I almost died laughing when I saw it. It is a thong! I told him we can not give it to his cousin, but I will save it for his future bride’s wedding shower.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Gossip
Mildred, the church gossip and self-appointed monitor of the church's morals, kept sticking her nose into other people's business. Several members did not approve of her extracurricular activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence.
She made a mistake, however, when she accused Elmer, a new member, of being an alcoholic after she saw his old pickup parked in front of the town's only bar one afternoon. She emphatically told Elmer (and several others) that everyone seeing it there would know exactly what he was doing!
Elmer, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just turned and walked away. He didn't explain, defend, or deny... he said nothing.
Later that evening, Elmer quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred's house... walked home... and left it there all night.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Truely interesting yarn shop
Yarnia, in Portland, is a place I would love to visit. You pick out a combo of threads (wool, nylon, sparkly, red, green, gold, whatever) and they will ply it into a unique yarn just for you. You get 1 lb cones, so there are not as many ends to weave in.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Merry Christmas From the Barn
Merry Christmas says the poofy head (Silver laced polish) 
Merry Christmas from Kanga, the rescued lamb.
Merry Christmas from 27
Princess kind of says Merry Christmas. But Na-Na (right) wants to know where her food is.
Merry Christmas from 64, our very first mama ever on the farm and a great mother she is. 27 is her little girl.
Merry Christmas from Meadow, the most adorable girl. She love us even more than her sheepy friends and follows us everywhere.
Merry Christmas from Bam Bam, the fleecy winner of the Lamb and Wool festival. (We need to clip around his eyes so he can see better.
Baaaaaaaaaa, where is our food?
Merry Christmas from the Auracanna (blue egg layer) and all of her little friends.
Merry Christmas from Kanga, the rescued lamb.
Merry Christmas from 27
Princess kind of says Merry Christmas. But Na-Na (right) wants to know where her food is.
Merry Christmas from 64, our very first mama ever on the farm and a great mother she is. 27 is her little girl.
Merry Christmas from Meadow, the most adorable girl. She love us even more than her sheepy friends and follows us everywhere.
Merry Christmas from Bam Bam, the fleecy winner of the Lamb and Wool festival. (We need to clip around his eyes so he can see better.
Baaaaaaaaaa, where is our food?
Not all of the critters are pictured.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Laugh out loud
I love a good joke and there is a place I visit for clean jokes periodically. Here is a small sampling:
COLLEGE ASSIGNMENT
A college class was told they had to write a short story in as few words as possible. The instructions stated the short story had to contain the following three things:
1. Religion
2. Sexuality
3. Mystery
Below is the only A+ short story in the class:
"Good God, I’m pregnant, I wonder who did it?"
An elderly man in Chicago calls his son in New York and says, “I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; 45 years of misery is more than I can stand.”
“Dad, what are you talking about?” the son screams.
“We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer,” the old man says. “We’re sick of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Los Angeles and you tell her.”
Frantic, the son calls his sister. She explodes on the phone. “Baloney. We’re not letting them get divorced,” she screams, “we’re going to take care of this.”
She calls Chicago immediately, and screams at her father, “You are NOT getting divorced. Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back, and we’ll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?” and she hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone, turns to his wife, and says. “Okay, they’re coming for Thanksgiving and they’re paying their own fares...now what do we do for Christmas?”
When I was younger, I hated going to weddings ... it seemed that all of my aunts and the grandmotherly types used to come up to me, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, “You’re next. You’re next.”
They stopped that stuff after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.
A priest is walking down the street one day when he sees a small boy trying to press a doorbell on a house across the street. But the doorbell is just out of his reach.
He watches the boy’s efforts for some time, until finally he crosses the street, walks up behind the little fellow and, placing his hand kindly on the child’s shoulder leans over and gives the doorbell a ring.
Crouching down to the child’s level, the priest smiles benevolently and asks, “And now what, my little man?”
To which the boy turns and yells, “NOW WE RUN!”
For more, go here.
COLLEGE ASSIGNMENT
A college class was told they had to write a short story in as few words as possible. The instructions stated the short story had to contain the following three things:
1. Religion
2. Sexuality
3. Mystery
Below is the only A+ short story in the class:
"Good God, I’m pregnant, I wonder who did it?"
An elderly man in Chicago calls his son in New York and says, “I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; 45 years of misery is more than I can stand.”
“Dad, what are you talking about?” the son screams.
“We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer,” the old man says. “We’re sick of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Los Angeles and you tell her.”
Frantic, the son calls his sister. She explodes on the phone. “Baloney. We’re not letting them get divorced,” she screams, “we’re going to take care of this.”
She calls Chicago immediately, and screams at her father, “You are NOT getting divorced. Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back, and we’ll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?” and she hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone, turns to his wife, and says. “Okay, they’re coming for Thanksgiving and they’re paying their own fares...now what do we do for Christmas?”
When I was younger, I hated going to weddings ... it seemed that all of my aunts and the grandmotherly types used to come up to me, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, “You’re next. You’re next.”
They stopped that stuff after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.
A priest is walking down the street one day when he sees a small boy trying to press a doorbell on a house across the street. But the doorbell is just out of his reach.
He watches the boy’s efforts for some time, until finally he crosses the street, walks up behind the little fellow and, placing his hand kindly on the child’s shoulder leans over and gives the doorbell a ring.
Crouching down to the child’s level, the priest smiles benevolently and asks, “And now what, my little man?”
To which the boy turns and yells, “NOW WE RUN!”
For more, go here.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Sweet Amanda's Birthday Tights
Amanda loves her funky tights and we love that they keep her legs warmer so here is a display of her new birthday tights.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Surfing
While looking around for a entry closet I found this site. It has so many neat things to create and even so weird, but hysterical things as well. Check out the crocodile USB drive:
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Unattributed Cartoon
I hate to include this because my source for this did not list the artist, but I still thought this was cute, so if anyone knows where it came from, let me know and I will properly credit the person and link to them.
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