Platitude Paradise

So ... we are sitting around the table, enjoying a lovely meal of my creation; seafood chowder, BBQ steak, little tiny potatoes and green salad. As per usual, my girls were rotating between fighting with each other, singing ... at the dinner table(which makes me batty), and complaining about what they were being forced to eat. I happened to mention that I wanted to have a feed of lobster ...  I haven't had any in a couple of years. This began a conversation about the cooking of zee lobster. Stretch had piped up to note that lobster was a divine treat sent from the gods ... or - "MMMMMMMMM - LAWWWBSSSTERRRRR" at which point, Shorty informed us that she respectfully disagreed ... or - "EEEEEWWWW GROSSSSSSS!!" She went on to say that we would only buy lobster from the grocery store that was already dead ... so that we were not being 'mean to Mother Nature'. I'm not really certain why I felt compelled to correct her ... I mean - why, Bambi ... ...

I have to share something.  It won't change the world. It won't cure any awful disease.  It may not even provide a daily smile for any of you. I need to share it just the same. Just to have put it in print somewhere other than on my heart. I feel pretty lucky most of the time that I have that husband of mine in my life. I mean, he drives me batty some of the time, what with snoring loudly and keeping me awake ... and not refilling TP rolls or replenishing the molecular footprint of soap with a new bar. But when you break it down to brass tacks, I am pretty darned blessed all the way 'round. I think in some dark (and no doubt, cobweb laden) recess of my wacky mind, that I am afraid to just be happy. It seems 'reedonkulous' to think (much less write) such a thing, but the evidence is fairly glaring. I mean, could it be that I am 'skairt' - right to my toenails that if I am outwardly happy, someone or thi...

A Cardiologist's Funeral A very prestigious cardiologist died, and was given a very elaborate funeral by the hospital he worked for most of his life... A huge heart... covered in flowers stood behind the casket during the service as all the doctors from the hospital sat in awe. Following the eulogy, the heart opened, and the casket rolled inside. The heart then closed, sealing the doctor in the beautiful heart forever.. At that point, one of the mourners just -burst- into laughter. When all eyes stared at him, he said, 'I am so sorry, I was just thinking of my own funeral... I'm a gynecologist. The priest fainted

Plus I was desperately trying to remember the words to this last night so I could sing my nightmare troubled child to sleep. An all time fav - for sure!

One of my most faviest of favorite pass times is sitting out on my deck on a warm summer's eve with my best guy and my hubs *snort* ... okay, but if we were being honest here ... my best guy is , in fact the Captain - so, ya know ... hubs is okay with that. For as long as I can remember, I have derived a mystical inner peace from watching a hot summer day melt into night, inch by inch. I love the night - I always have. Hubs seems to share that love with me. He's a camper at heart. Sitting around a campfire, gazing out at universe full of sparkling stars ... oh, my heart sighs just imagining it (and I'm currently only 5 hours away from experiencing it tonight). It's one of our MANY spiritual connection points. The house we bought 2 years ago (thus destroying our finances) overlooks an inlet of the bay of Fundy. We can also look out into more open ocean, simply by turning our heads to the left. The view from our back yard is breath taking, it truly is. Almost makes i...

Okay ... I totally lifted this from Eva Gallant ... you can go give her props over here if you like. But I simply had to share. Hope I'm forgiven.

You bleeps are great ... and I am really happy to hear you guys still think I am entertaining. The reality is this: I wasn't being coy or fishing for praise ~ although I'll take it ... I mean what's an attention whore to do without praise? ~ but I was being serious. I don't feel ' funny '. No, I don't mean I don't feel funny ... you see the dif? Work with me here ... 'cause let's face it - my life is so damned riveting we should all be so lucky as to sit down and pontificate over it endlessly - right? (Too bad - ya'll knew what you were signing on for ~ free therapy ... quit yer whining) I find lately, I sit in front of a blank screen trying to remember something ... anything that is even remotely amusing to write about... with that hateful little blinking curser mocking me. Even when I do manage to burrow underneath all the monthly bill payments, useless work knowledge, school function days and times, cafeteria schedules, snack schedules,...

It's a nice family outing to go to the fair, don't you think... Or perhaps some "just you and me" time at the local Wal-Mart... Daddy always was a great role model for us girls... Hey!!! WHO TOOK THAT PIC OF MY HOUSE??!! Young entrepreneurs ... gotta love 'em! Perhaps taking in the local town's parade ... Maybe pass on a habit or two ... Maybe take a little walk together ... Perhaps a baking project ... Aye-aye-aye... I think we've seen enough ... and I was just thinking to myself that humans should not procreate ... or at least most humans ... and then I saw this: Even ducks? SRSLY, what has this world come to??