well hello there blog. How you been ? good. good. been a while. I have been thinking about blogging again. I got off face book mabye I should re-visit you. I feel I have become much too serious. For example; a few years ago you could not get me to read a self help book in less than six months. All I could read were make believe stuff. about vampires and stuff like that. Now, the opposite is true. For about the past year or year and half all I do is read self help. I am self help happy. However I am trying to get into a novel now. Someone hurry and tell me a funny joke, I am taking life much too serious. No, I am really pretty good though. I will post more later, like when Max is not screaming at the top of his lungs. Did I mention 4 kids is busy. I have a scout now. oh boy.
your ole' pal Nat
8 comments:
What did one volcano say to the other volcano....I "lava" you!
:)
Thanks Kristin!! aaahhh much better!
What is most like a half of a block of cheese?
The other half.
That one is a fave at my house recently. Gets my kids guffawing every time. :D
This morning's joke:
Owen (3 year old grandson): "Knock Knock"
Me: Who's there?
Owen: Skeleton.
Me: Skeleton who?
Owen: (stares blankly at me like I'm crazy and walks away).
Yeay! I am so happy to see you are back. (Not like I can talk) But I am so happy to see you blogging again. I was going to call you this morning for a visit and then we were very slow moving and then lunch and then naps and well....you know the story. Maybe tomorrow?
Are you really looking for new books to read? If so, try Born to Run. And Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand. And Divergent is more like Hunger Games sort of, but not quite as violent. Not that you shouldn't read self-help books. I just don't know where you find the time with so many little ones!
What did the daddy buffalo say to the baby buffalo?
Bye son.
(Ha, ha!)
People that stop blogging SUCK.
(See what I did there? A little irony? Tee hee...get it? Because my blog is the Discman of the internet. Used to keep me so entertained, but is now sitting dust-covered in a basement somewhere.)
So I just accomplished the joke-telling you requested, and also acknowledged that we all let our blogs take a vacation now and then.
In defense of the self-help thing, I swear I'm only 2 chapters into my low-dose, garden variety ROOKIE self-help book...and I want to tell everyone about it. It's like a serious problem. And this book isn't even obscure or groundbreaking. It's the Babysitters Club of Self Help.
OK back to jokes. On the first anniversary of Jed's accident, I was bawling alone in my apartment and my good friend Jesse texted to be supportive. I said 'maybe tell me a joke.' Here's what he delivered.
Him: Knock knock....(me: who derrr?)
Him: Orange.....(me: mercy) (Orange who?)
Him: Orange you glad I'm not a Jehovah's witness?
I laughed so hard I couldn't cry after that. I love me an offensive, inappropriate joke. Yes, I do.
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