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Funny Friday

19 Jan

Yesterday, I posted a little blurb about my mother and her endless thirst for knowledge. It was a touching, loving story of an eighty-five year old woman who loves to learn. But, what I didn’t mention was how extremely hilarious she can be sometimes. In her quest to be “hip” and up-to-date with all the latest trends and terms, she often comes up with some amusing “original” words of her own.

Today, when I asked her if she had been checking her e-mails, she replied, “Yes, and I’ve been reading all your tweeters.” When I let out a muffled giggle, she asked, “What’s so funny?”

I went on to explain, the best I could, “Sometimes I put my stories on Twitter and the posts are called Tweets. Are you following me on Twitter? You don’t have a Twitter account. I thought you were reading my blog on Facebook?”

“Oh, you’re right. I’m reading your blobs on Facebook,” she replied.

“Giggle, giggle.”

“All right, now what did I say wrong?”

“I don’t mean to laugh, Mom. But, it’s called a blog, not a blob.”

“I knew that!”

“Mom, I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing with you. You are awesome!”

The only reason I feel comfortable laughing at Mom’s little mistakes and made-up new words is because I am even more notorious for such blunders. But, I’m always the first to laugh at myself. I always tell her, “The nut doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

She interjects, “No, it’s suppose to be the acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“No, Mom.It’s definitely the NUT!”

This is just one of thousands of conversations like this we have had. Now you know why Fridays are always funny.

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Thirsty Thursday

18 Jan

Are you thirsty? What are you thinking right now? I’m sure an iced cold beer or a frosty margarita pops into your head. Well, if it didn’t before, it certainly did now, didn’t it? Admit it!

Today, when I was thinking about a thirsty Thursday, I immediately thought of being thirsty for knowledge. Quite a different picture. What I am picturing is my eighty-five year young mother. She has lived through the Great Depression, seen several wars come and go, and voted for many presidents. She has loved and lost loved ones, but has never lost her lust for life. For over eighty-five years, she has been thirsty.

My sweet mother is a sponge. She soaks up every ounce of energy in the atmosphere. Mom reads constantly, watches endless television, writes letters, draws, paints, and has excellent skills on the computer. Only a few weeks after receiving a new iPhone, she was texting, sending photos, and surfing the Internet. Thirsty never looked so good!

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SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow’d to that tender light 5
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o’er her face, 10
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek and o’er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, 15
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

Lord Byron