I read this week from an UPI article that 60% of millennials and Gen-Zers are unaware that 6 million Jews were exterminated in the Holocaust by the …If we don’t know our history, we are destined to repeat it
Grandma and Grandpa lived next to Minnie and Amalie in Austin, Texas. Minnie and Amalie had immigrated from Mexico fairly recently and spoke very little English, but that didn’t hamper their friendship. Grandma and Minnie had coffee every morning, chatting over recipes, patterns, housework, and their shared garden plot.. It didn’t matter that Grandma spoke not a word of Spanish and Minnie knew little English. They’d check out each other’s tomatoes, peppers, and flowers, chattering like nobody’s business. Though I was a small child when we visited there, I remember fondly that Minnie trusted me push her pretty, black-eyed baby around the yard in her stroller.I was so proud to be a big girl.
Sometimes I followeed Grandpa and Amalie around as they smoked hand-rollled cigarettes and worked at some project in the yard or dug in the garden. One day they made me a chair by nailing two apple crates end-to-end. I sat in that chair as long as I could squeeze into it. I learned my first Spanish when Amalie hammered his finger and cursed in Spanish. Though I didn’t know Spanish, cursing in any language is cursing. I admired cursing and was always on the alert for a tasty tidbit, since I didn’t get to hear it at home.
I was intrigued at hearing Minnie and Amalie talk, my introduction to a foreign language. I’d jabber along, thinking, I was speaking Spanish, stopping periodically to ask Grandma or Minnie to interpret what I’d said for me.I wish we all got on with our neighbors so well. We shared a lovely meal of Grandma’s greens, pork chops and cornbread and Minnes’s tamales and beans one special evening. I didn’t care much for the greens, but I’ll never forget the bite of Minnie’s spicy tortillas.
Suzy went to her plastic surgeon. “You’ve got to do something about these wrinkles under my eyes. They look just awful!”
“Sure, I can fix you right up!” said Dr. Jones. “I’ll put this little knob on top of your head. Give it a little twist, and Voila!! The wrinkles are gone! Come back if you have any trouble”
Sure enough, it worked like magic. Suzy was thrilled! She was a new woman! She looked like she was eighteen again! Every time her face drooped a little, she gave the knob a little twist.
Five years later, Suzy came back to see Dr. Jones. “You fixed me up a while back with this little knob to tighten up my wrinkles. It worked great for a long time, but it’s stripped out now and I’ve got these big bags under my eyes. What can you do about them?”
“Those aren’t bags! Those are your breasts! I told you to come back if you had any trouble!”
“Oh, then that explains the goatee!”
My son recently had surgery. He is recovering well. That is not the story. Bud and I came to spend a few days to stay with him at the hospital and help my daughter-in-law with their two Akitas. Akitas are huge furry dogs who shed copiously. Every day, there is enough hair on the floor to cover a whole new dog. The kids just moved and still have boxes to unpack. They have an aging vacuum cleaner that struggles with dog hair and has to be unstopped every few minutes to empty. Sadly, the vacuum cleaner implements are still packed in a moving box. I am the primary housekeeper since John is in the hospital and my daughter-in-law spends time with him and tries to keep their lives going. That being said, I need a fully functional vacuum cleaner with implements. “I am going to buy a vacuum cleaner as soon as I can get to a store. I cant’t keep up with the dog hair with this old vacuum cleaner and a dust cloth.”
Bud thought I could. “It vacuums just fine. You just need to unstop it when it plugs up.”
”It does not work fine. Take me to the store.”
“I don’t have time right now. I have to………” He mumbled as he walked off. He clearly intended to avoid the store.
The next day, I went to pick my daughter-in-law up after her hospital visit. She took me to the store and I got a nice vacuum cleaner. All the comings and goings have been hard on the dog’s nerves. The next morning, DIL left me at the hospital and picked Bud up, after he’d spent the night. When they got in the house, a horrible mess greeted them at the door. Trash was scattered all over the kitchen. One of the dogs had dragged a box of grits off the counter and stomped them all into the rug. There was liquid dog poop smeared in the bathroom rug. The dogs made enough mess between them to keep that new vacuum cleaner busy for a couple of hours.
After the storm, Bud remarked to DIL. “I told Linda y’all probably need a new vacuum cleaner.”
How did it get to be his idea?
A bear enters a bar and says to the bartender, “I’ll have a………… pint of beer please.”
The bartender asks, impatiently, “Why the big pause?”
The bear replies, “Well, I’ve always had em!”
Why did the can crusher quit his job?
It was soda pressing.
What did the full glass say to the empty glass?
“You look drunk.What’s a potato’s favorite form of transportation?”
What did one ocean say to the other?
Nothing, they just waved.
Why should you never fall in love with a tennis player?
To them… love means NOTHING!
Why does it take pirates so long to learn the alphabet?
Because they spend years at C.
A blonde was waiting for her bus. She was decked out in a tight leather mini skirt with matching tight leather boots and jacket. As the bus rolled up and it became her turn to get on, she became aware that her skirt was too tight to allow her leg to come up to the height of the first step on the bus.
Slightly embarrassed and with a quick smile to the bus driver she reached behind her and unzipped her skirt a little thinking that this would give her enough slack to raise her leg. Again she tried to make the step onto the bus only to discover she still couldn’t!
So, a little more embarrassed she once again reached behind her and unzipped her skirt a little more and for a second time attempted the step and once again, much to her chagrin she could not raise her leg because of the tight skirt.
So, with a coy little smile to the driver she again unzipped the offending skirt to give a little more slack and again was unable to make the step.
About this time a big burly man that was behind her in the line picked her up easily from the waist and placed her lightly on the step of the bus. Well, she went ballistic and turned to the would-be hero screeching at him “How dare you touch me!! I don’t even know who you are!”
At this, the big guy drawled, “Well ma’am normally I would agree with you but after you unzipped my fly three times, I kinda figured that we were friends!”
Warning: inappropriate language, but a good object lesson for me.
Our holiday celebrations can include thirty to forty people, since we all feel free to invite in-laws, friends, and new-comers. Everyone is welcome and made family. The host usually provides meat and bread, with guests bringing side dishes, relish trays, salad or desserts. If you are ever around, you will be included. We are an affable crowd so when everybody’s arriving, it’s often hard to see or hear who you are greeting.
I was reminded of this to my humiliation one Christmas. I was standing at the sink, prepping for dinner when a large group came in the back door. It just looked like our usual group of relatives and friends, when I caught a partial view of a woman coming in on crutches. Foolishly inferring it was one of my sisters, cousins, nieces, or sisters-in-law. Instead of the polite greeting socially acceptable normal people give, I blurted out. “Well, hello! Who’s gimpy today?” I didn’t hesitate, jumping right into the worst thing, I could have said in a situation calling for sensitivity. Thinking I was teasing a close family member dealing with a temporary encumbrance did not excuse me. It was not a family member, nor even anyone I knew. The young lady was a guest. I never knew if she heard me or not. I sincerely hope not, but I was so mortified. I apologized ineptly, explaining I mistook her for family. It was one of the most embarrassing gaffes I have ever made. Since then, I any offensive language language under any circumstance. There is NO right time.
A patient says: “Doctor, last night I made a Freudian slip, I was having dinner with my mother-in-law and wanted to say: ‘Could you please pass the butter.’ But instead I said: ‘You hateful cow, you have completely ruined my life’.”
An elderly gentleman had serious hearing problems for a number of years. He went to the doctor and the doctor was able to have him fitted for a set of hearing aids that allowed the gentleman to hear 100 %.
The elderly gentleman went back in a month to the doctor and the doctor said: “Your hearing is perfect. Your family must be really pleased that you can hear again.”
The gentleman replied, “Oh, I haven’t told my family yet. I just sit around and listen to their conversations. I’ve changed my will three three times.
Some interesting quotes from children: Not all from mine, thank goodness
From a three-year old boy learning to potty from his dad. “Cool penis dad!”
The same boy exiting the bathroom: “There’s a lot of turds in there!”
My three-year-old son advising his father: Don’t let Baby Sister in the bathroom with you. She’ll pull your penis. Ain’t she rude!”
The same boy to an older deaf neighbor: “YOU CAN’T HEAR THUNDER!” Of course he’d heard this from his father.
From my daughter standing behind a portly lady in line at the grocery story. I gave her a look and shushed her when she tried to comment. The lady turned to walk away and my little one chimed out, “I sure was nice not to call her a big, old, fat lady, wasn’t I, Mommy?
My niece: “Boogers taste like pickles.” I told my daughter and my little grandson spoke to himself, “I like that girl.”
I told my first grade teacher, “My mama said she wouldn’t take a sick dog to Dr. Jones. She bristled, “I’ll have you know my father is a very good doctor!” I couldn’t wait to get home to tell Mother.