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No one should Laugh at Life! That's Life's Job - Laughing at us.
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According to Chinese Horoscopes it is the YEAR OF THE TIGER! G-R-R-R
Here's a writer that will make you laugh! I swear she is Erma Brombeck reincarnated! Take a look!
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| 1. When you think about it... | ID #687073 |
| Posted: 2-10-2010 @ 3:54 pm EST |
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As I sit, sipping my chocolate cappuccino, I read about all the snow falling across parts of the U.S. I don't know about Europe, and I'm fairly certain the Pacific Islands are okay, but dang there is a ton of white stuff falling. This leads me to think about warm stuff. Like a hot cappuccino, warm puppies, and the ever famous snuggle blanket.
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In olden days, some may even remember these days, before polyester, there was the QUILT. Ladies, mostly, I believe, would get together and sit around this huge wooden frame. They brought scraps of cloth with them, from the seat of pants torn while tending a bull, ripped off by barbed wire or even cut off the unsuspecting back of a farmer. These scraps would elicit much talk and memories, both hilarious and sad.
"Elsie - member when Jacko was trying to castrate that bull? Dang that boy sure was stupid. Grabbing a full grow'd bull by the balls and yankin'. <insert a sigh and a giggle> This be all he had left of his clothes from that!"
Ah yes quilting. Needles and thread sewn onto a backing and stuffed with whatever was available, goose down, peacock tails, dog sheddings, and the result was a heavy warm blanket with memories attached.
Can't get that from the "Allergy Free" down comforter can you? Most memories there would be the stain from where the cat hawked up a fur ball, but I suppose we get our memories from where we can.
I just hope all that are weathering through this snow make memories of warmth and joy to last until May. Well isn't that when that groundpig said winter would last till? Something like that anyway!
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