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Where humour is often found in the mundane, where the trivial becomes of utmost importance, where, well...where I Live! Since becoming a Members of the groups below, I will use the daily prompt, as well as, well...sharing the sporadically mundane everyday, that I find carries just a Smidge of humor. ;)  
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| BC ~ What does success mean to you besides money or status? Success is when... Managing to roll out of bed after only hitting snooze half a dozen times, and land on your feet (albeit a bit wobbly), and stumble to the coffee pot. Clicking your blinker for the direction you actually Intend to turn, narrowly averting Disaster! Noticing, just Before a meeting with my supervisors, the Rather large Green Something stuck between my teeth. Remembering to pay my phone bill...Before it is shut off. Packing my lunch, AND actually putting it In my vehicle. Recalling the reason I walked into any given room (but only after retracing my steps) Knowing my Own name by the end of the day. and Finally... Making it to the toilet when your bowels Suddenly...without warning...turn to liquid (TMI). Don't pretend it hasn't happened to you a time or two. Or, er...is it just me?!  |
| Know your own happiness. You want nothing but patience or give it a more fascinating name, call it hope." Jane Austen. I Do know my own happiness. Well, most of the time. My happiness does not revolve around any specific person, as we are all fallible and will let each other down. My happiness...my Joy, and my Hope all come from Christ. No one or nothing can take these from me. Does this mean that every moment of everyday, I will feel these to Bursting? That I will not have moments of disappointment, anger, frustration, impatience? Certainly not. However, with Christ as my compass, I am able to steer back into calmer waters. As the Optimist in my family (only myself and my husband at home), I OFTEN lose my patience with him, as he is Ever the...Pessimist! He is short-tempered, or hot-headed, as he likes to say; prone to impatience, and easily frustrated. When he Spirals (as I like to call it), I have to remind him to find joy the the small blessings, to be patient, and to seek peace. He, in turn, reminds me that I am not always patient, hold grudges (I Dispute This), and get angry (at him) too easily. Sigh... Perhaps we can learn to build upon each other's strengths, and not let ourselves become annoyed...irrational...over the little, irritating things about each other. There is...Hope, after all.  |
| No, I am not referring to some off-the-wall Christmas yard art. Although, that might be entertaining.Instead, what we have is the following ~ We have a serious dog problem in the Extremely rural neighborhoodish in which we live. By problem, I mean that, between the two neighbors across from us, they have 10 mutts...give or take. Now, I do not endeavor to bat an eye at how many dogs, parrots, giraffs, whatever, that you choose to entertain! My concern lies solely with the disrespect of having so many dogs (aggressive, to boot), that run freely all over the street, and dig craters in our yard. Where am I going with all of this? Lost my train of thought for a moment there. Found it again. My husband likes to close our gate when he leaves for work. It is not the fancy kind where you can simply push a button from inside your vehicle, and watch it swing open. Oh, no! This is like a cattle gate (just about), that we close with a chain. Not sure what that Last part has to do with Anything, so let's simply segue on back to the facts, if we may. Ah, here we are. My husband ordered some type of weight set. It was not due to arrive until the 12th, but, well, there it SITS...in the yard, right smack Visible to all who drive by! Why is it still sitting there, you ask? It just so happens that there are Several boxes, far too heavy for me to so much as move a foot, much less, the staggering distance it would seem were I to attempt to get them to the porch. My husband, being on swing shift this week, is not here to help with the matter. I did call him, letting him know that I wish he would stop closing the gate...for this very purpose. He told me to just leave them there, and he will bring them up when he arrives at 11 P.M. I asked him, "And just what would we have done if they would have deposited all of this OUTSIDE the gate, as they sometimes do?" No answer forthcoming. So, alas...I sit here, hoping, against all odds, that we do not have any porch Yard pirates between now and then. You know, the Dedicated kind that just might bring a dolly, or a...Forklift or some such! |
| I have car rider duty at my school, both before and after. In the afternoon, numbers pop up next to student names on the app that we use. The cars are also supposed to have a card with the coreresponding number that goes with their child, visible in the windshield. Often, as is the case before we can see the numbers, we will ask the first kiddo in line if they can see their car moving up. Some will simply point down the line, and give you nothing more. These are the Mutes. You get Nothing else. Then there are the Einsteins, who are all of five years old but know the make and model of their vehicle. Even if they have a choice of four Different ones that may be picking them up. Alas....None of them, and I stress NONE of them, can tell you what color their veheicle is. Well...Almost none. Me ~ "Honey, do you see your car yet?" 8 Year old ~ "Uh-Huh. It's right there!" I try in vain to follow the trajectory of his pointing finger. Me ~ "What color is it?" 8 year old ~ "It's the GMC." Me ~ "Uh-Huh, and...What COLOR is it?" I ask, as, first of all, I cannot see anything that says GMC, and do not happen to be able to recognize all or even any GMC's from a distance. Sigh. 8 year old ~ "It's behind that truck." There are several trucks, so I ask, "What color is the truck?" 8 year old ~ "It's the Ford." SIGH... Finally, his GMC rolls up, and it is, wait for it...Red! A color that you would think most kiddos would be able to readily identify. Sheesh! Next little girl in line, same scenario. Shockingly, I have had only one child 8 years old or below that knew the color of their vehicle. The following is how That went down. Me ~ "Do you see your car?" 6 year old ~ Points, and says, "It's right there! Here we go again, I think. Me ~ "What color is it?" 6 year old ~ "It's white." Halleluja!! Except, there are Five white vehicles all in a row. I decide to switch tactics, as all of the kiddos seem to know what Kind of vehicle they drive. Me ~ "What kind of car is it? Is it a car, a truck, an SUV?" 6 year old ~ "It's the white one!" YIKES! Three white vehicles pass, none of which stop at our cone. There are two more rolling toward us. One is a Jeep. As I drive a Jeep, I definitely knew what That one was. Me ~ "Is it the Jeep?" 6 year old ~ "No. It's the WHITE one!" Guess what rolls to a stop for said kiddo?! You guessed it...the Jeep! |
| Hold tight to that Poker Face... When you are in an ARD meeting and the parent arrives with a 12 inch binder, and says, "Let me start at the bginning...word for word!" When your administrator says, "Make it work," when there Clearly is No possible way to...Make it Work, and you are given five minutes to, well...make it work! When your co-worker calls in sick, texts you to please cover an ARD meeting for her, you open up the draft, only to realize that she has not finished writing it, or better yet...it is so Sloppy that you must delete it and rewrite before presenting it before administartors, parents, and sundry other professionals.  When you come home from work after having a thunderstorm while away, only to discover that your rather Large pooch became rather Frightened and left large...Squishy...aromatic presents...All over the house! When you visit your grandchildren at their home, and politely suggest that they clean up a bit to help their mom (with a new baby) out, and your 12 year old granddaughter snootily says, "This is Not Your House, Grandma"! When your 9 year old grandson is observed sticking his hand down his pants to scratch, is called out in front of everyone (to Stop doing that), and he says, "I wasn't even That Deep!" When your 7 year old granddaughter is watching the animated Tarzan movie, and it shows clips of him as he grows from a baby into an adult, and without missing a beat, say, "Now THAT's a Man!" When your 1st grade student becomes so angry with you that he says, "I am Never coming back here Again!" And you are thinking..."Promise?!" When you are having a cord of firewood delivered, it is showing up after dark, and the guy texts, "For 30 extra dollars, I will stack it, otherwise...I am just tossing it off the trailer!" And, as I am typing this, I am still anticipating its arrival and immenent acrobatic tumbling helter/skelter. My husband is outside awaiting them. I hope he is wearing a hardhat...Yikes!  |
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