Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Missing the dog
About a month ago, our family dog passed away. It was a hard loss for all of us - she'd been with the family for almost 13 years. My oldest daughter and the dog had a love-hate relationship for the first few years of my daughter's life. You see, she saw the dog as a threat to her food supply. That dog would plant herself right by my daughter's chair and see what tasty morsels she would drop from the table at dinner. And even though my daughter is almost in second grade, she's still a pretty messy eater.
Well, when the dog passed the two of us cried - a lot. My daughter asked her dad and me to do her a favor after that first day. We agreed not to talk about the dog until she was ready to. It just made her too sad. So that's what we did.
The other night my daughter and I were coming back from a program at the local library on wild animals that had been rescued. Somehow we got on the subject of the dog and before long the tears started to flow. I reminded my daughter that our dog was in a better place and maybe it was best to think of happy memories or what she would be doing in Heaven right now. She was having a hard time, so I offered my thoughts.
`You know that she's up in Heaven right now chewing on the biggest chew bone ever because in Heaven they only have really big chew bones. And you know Jesus is probably yelling at her, and saying `Geez! Cookie tooted.' And I'll bet it's such a horrible toot that it's making Jesus' eyes water.'
Well, we both started laughing so hard, our eyes were watering. I'm just glad we were able to turn sad memories into happy ones.
Well, when the dog passed the two of us cried - a lot. My daughter asked her dad and me to do her a favor after that first day. We agreed not to talk about the dog until she was ready to. It just made her too sad. So that's what we did.
The other night my daughter and I were coming back from a program at the local library on wild animals that had been rescued. Somehow we got on the subject of the dog and before long the tears started to flow. I reminded my daughter that our dog was in a better place and maybe it was best to think of happy memories or what she would be doing in Heaven right now. She was having a hard time, so I offered my thoughts.
`You know that she's up in Heaven right now chewing on the biggest chew bone ever because in Heaven they only have really big chew bones. And you know Jesus is probably yelling at her, and saying `Geez! Cookie tooted.' And I'll bet it's such a horrible toot that it's making Jesus' eyes water.'
Well, we both started laughing so hard, our eyes were watering. I'm just glad we were able to turn sad memories into happy ones.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
EOM
The husband and I are very fond of communicating by e-mail. Sometimes we even argue by it. Yes, I know it's not the healthiest form of communication in the world, but you do what you have to do to get your point across. But I digress...
Well, the other day I was walking out of his home office on the way to my daughter's room to help her with her guitar practice and some school work. As I walked out I noticed this huge wet area in our entry way. His dog's weak bladder was at work again. I told the hubby about it and he didn't make any moves from his office chair to clean it up. I told him that I was busy with our oldest and he said, he'd `clean it up later.' My husband operates on his own time schedule so I know that could mean two hours later. I was getting plenty ticked, so I grabbed an old towel and just laid it in the entry way. I know he saw me, but still he didn't move.
Our oldest and I finished her guitar practice and her school work. I came back later and the towel was STILL in the entry way. Now, I was beyond peeved. I asked him if he was waiting for me to clean it up and he said, `well, you are the housewife.' Then he said, he would do it and to quit asking him about it. Usually this kind of behavior leads to a Gunfight at the O.K. Corral, but I kept my mouth shut since our daughter was still within earshot but getting ready for bed. So, I got onto our other computer and sent him an e-mail. He asked if it was something he wanted to read. I told him it was because it was funny. I insisted that he read it now.
Here's what he found in his subject line:
You're a putz (EOM).
We both burst out laughing. Gotta say that was the best way I've ever ended an argument.
Well, the other day I was walking out of his home office on the way to my daughter's room to help her with her guitar practice and some school work. As I walked out I noticed this huge wet area in our entry way. His dog's weak bladder was at work again. I told the hubby about it and he didn't make any moves from his office chair to clean it up. I told him that I was busy with our oldest and he said, he'd `clean it up later.' My husband operates on his own time schedule so I know that could mean two hours later. I was getting plenty ticked, so I grabbed an old towel and just laid it in the entry way. I know he saw me, but still he didn't move.
Our oldest and I finished her guitar practice and her school work. I came back later and the towel was STILL in the entry way. Now, I was beyond peeved. I asked him if he was waiting for me to clean it up and he said, `well, you are the housewife.' Then he said, he would do it and to quit asking him about it. Usually this kind of behavior leads to a Gunfight at the O.K. Corral, but I kept my mouth shut since our daughter was still within earshot but getting ready for bed. So, I got onto our other computer and sent him an e-mail. He asked if it was something he wanted to read. I told him it was because it was funny. I insisted that he read it now.
Here's what he found in his subject line:
You're a putz (EOM).
We both burst out laughing. Gotta say that was the best way I've ever ended an argument.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Margarita, anyone?
There are some days that I love being a mom so much I wish I could celebrate with a margarita. Eesh!
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
What was I thinking
So I'm wondering what I was thinking when I decided to call my parents and ask them if they saw a video file of my daughter in her school's talent show. Normal grandparents would have responded very enthusiastically. My dad's reaction, `It was OK, I guess. She's not shy.' Well, gee thanks dad. I've seen you get more excited about buying lottery tickets. My mom is not feeling well and she lets everyone know it too. I do my best to get off the phone quickly. I heard this phrase on Oprah the other day and I think it applies to my parents after our phone conversation - Mom and Dad, You deplete me!
ARGH!
ARGH!
Sunday, April 20, 2008
There are days
There are days when I love being a wife and mom. And then there are other days when I love being one more than the other. Today, I could do without the wife part.
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