Posts Tagged ‘Humor’
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They eyed me with a decidedly mean look as I struggled through the barbed wire fence with my saucepan in tow. All eyes rotated in my direction even those that could not see me directly. Nervously I monitored their disposition as I made my way to the small stream that meandered through the culvert under the road. Slowly edging ever closer to me the leaders seemed to tense up as they prepared for action. Clearly they were on the verge of becoming a mob instead of a herd but I had no choice. I had to press forward. We needed the water.
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When we were younger grandma oddball and I spent a lot of time relaxing by camping and hiking. At the time we naively assumed that official maps and literature describing forest service and national park trails and campgrounds were somewhat descriptive of the areas we planned on visiting. Unfortunately (more...)
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Lost! I felt terrible. I'd looked long and hard for the perfect toy for our son and now it was lost. How, I wondered, could my wife be so calm, so unconcerned, so almost satisfied in the face of this misfortune?
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Or perhaps it's a Christmas devil that's been stealing my memories. Since I've returned home from the nursing home I can't seem to find very many but I have dredged up a few. Some good, some humorous and a few scary but all precious.
One of my favorites is (more...)
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Do you know the difference between a therapist and a sadist?
Answer: A therapist is relentless!
And a good thing too. Without them I'd probably be dead by now. learn why »
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Skeptics! That's what I've produced. Generations of skeptics. I try telling my children and now my grandchildren how we muddled through life and their eyes roll up in concert with with a look of almost pained disbelief. It's almost as if they're blurting out, "Oh no, here we go again!"
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Have you ever tried to sneak up on somebody using a walker?
I can tell you from recent experience it doesn't work. With therapy I am able to use a walker but sneaking around is another ballgame! (more...)
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I'm officially old or so Grandma Oddball tells me. Apparently this also means I lose my sense of humor as well as my youth. This vexes Grandma Oddball no end. (more...)
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Cats love me. I'm easy to torment. They love Grandma Oddball too but they don't torment her. They also love our children but I'm the only one they actively torment and I don't know why. Take our son for instance. He teases cats unmercifully and they constantly come back for more. No matter how much he abuses them they always come back for more. But me? I try to ignore them but it isn't possible.
