tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187635672024-03-13T01:04:26.516-05:00"OH BOO" moments...and the people who make them possiblenanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.comBlogger142125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-50917418452261124882010-06-04T00:01:00.000-05:002010-06-04T00:10:34.927-05:00"OH BOO" circa 1977I was taking some sort of class that year and my mother acquiesced to watching nancdaughter the eldest (nte) after school for but a half hour or so a couple of days a week.<br /><br />My mother did seasonal work and would usually be getting home about the time nte would be getting off the bus. She would bring her inside her home, sit her down, give her a snack, turn cartoons on and go to bed and I would arrive a short time later to pick her up.<br /><br />Worked out quite well until one day my mom said to me, "Could you PUHLEEZE ask nte to STOP throwing her banana peels under my dining room table?" I asked, "Huh?" Mom, "Yes, every single time I get up later in the day and there under the table is a banana peel - now you know I don't care if she eats all the bananas - just ask her to put the peels in the garbage." "Okay, mom."<br /><br />"Nte, grammy wants you to put the banana peels in the garbage after you eat one instead of on the floor under the table, okay?" Nte with puzzled look on her face, "I don't eat grammy's bananas!" "Grammy says you're eating her bananas and throwing the peels on the floor." "NO! I'M NOT!"<br /><br />Okay so I believed her - five year olds have usually not honed the art of lying so well at that age and I went to my mom and said, "Mom, nte says she DID NOT throw banana peels on the floor under your table." Mom responded huffily, "Well then, I'll just have to prove it to you by staying up and sneaking down the hallway and just watch her and then you'll HAVE to believe ME!" Whatever, mom...<br /><br />A few days later and one of the FEW times my mother has EVER apologized to me, she ashamedly told me, "I'm sorry, but it wasn't nte eating and throwing the banana peels under the table. I snuck down the hallway and just watched and she sat in front of the t.v. watching a cartoon the whole time. Then Waffles (her favorite child - a <span style="font-weight:bold;">dog</span>, btw) got up on the table, tore a banana off the bunch, jumped down under the table, bit at the peel until it came off, ate the banana and left the dayamed peel right there!"<br /><br />...oh boo...nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-29039191056677224372010-05-24T00:01:00.000-05:002010-05-24T00:01:01.164-05:00ZGIRL "OH BOO"here awhile back...<br /><br />At church during the sermon, zgirl passes me a note on a notecard intended for her to take notes on the sermon which read:<br /><br />"One of the ladies behind us is a gossip!"<br /><br />...oh boo...<br /><br />(090909)nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-89253012291176334672010-05-10T00:01:00.000-05:002010-05-10T16:15:23.129-05:00CROQUE MONSIEUR "OH BOO"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://karmafreecooking.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/croque-monsieur.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 336px;" src="http://karmafreecooking.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/croque-monsieur.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Photo courtesy <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://karmafreecooking.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/croque-monsieur.jpg">Karma Free Cooking.</a><br /><br />So, nancson calls home and asks pop to drag out his Croque Monsieur recipe.<br /><br />I ask pop, "What did your son want?"<br /><br />"He wanted me to get his ham sammy recipe out."<br /><br />...oh boo...nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-71841309111100678442010-04-27T01:15:00.001-05:002010-05-02T23:01:29.861-05:00TICK WARNING "OH BOO"TICK WARNING! I hate it when people post bogus warnings, but this one is real. Please repost this in your FB status! If someone comes to your front door saying they are checking for ticks due to the warm weather and asks you to take your clothes off and dance around with your arms up, DO NOT DO IT! THIS IS A SCAM! They only want to see you naked. I wish I'd gotten this yesterday. I feel so stupid.<br /><br />...oh boo...<br /><br />From one of my FB friends, Stephanie! She kills me!nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-24870649275738492172010-04-26T00:01:00.000-05:002010-04-26T00:01:03.680-05:00ZGIRL NEW SUITOR "OH BOO"Zgirl and her BF of nearly three years have parted ways. It didn't take long for a new one to find out she is now single.<br /><br />So, they're in a conversation and she has some points she will not sway on and we are ever so thankful for her levelheadedness.<br /><br />She asks him, "What type of extracurricular activities do you like?"<br /><br />Him, "Oh, football and basketball."<br /><br />Her, "You ever play golf?" (Prerequisite to being involved with someone in our family - a 20 year tradition)<br /><br />Him, "Tried once and accidentally threw the club through a window." (Like THAT should count for something!)<br /><br />Her, "I'm pretty sure that's NOT how you play." (HELLOH!)<br /><br />...oh boo...nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-12505379779192757302010-04-11T23:13:00.001-05:002010-04-18T23:34:32.805-05:00BREEDING RABBITS "OH BOO"Pop to a prospective friend a few years ago:<br /><br />"So, you breed rabbits?"<br /><br />"Yes I do."<br /><br />"Tell me how you get through that little door on their cage!"<br /><br />...oh boo...nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-51723861434933022352010-04-07T00:01:00.000-05:002010-04-07T00:13:18.253-05:00NEED A HAND "OH BOO" REPRISALoh boo moment #3!<br /><br />But first a word from our sponsor:<br /><br />Fuel was under $2.70 today! Which reminds me of another story altogether. Once or thrice when I went in to pay for mine and the children were with me, I'd go to the register and say, "I had a little gas on pump 4 - but I'm over it now!" my kidz won't go with me to pay for gasoline anymore...<br /><br />And now to the next installment of "oh boo" moments!<br /><br />My dear, sweet husband who absotively adores me CANNOT drive by a motorist in need. There could be several on the way home and he'll go miles out of his way to help them, or go get sodas or water for them while they await the tow truck or whoever. He'll even take them home or go get gas for them.<br /><br />Once on a back road to work in Ellensburg, Washington, there was a truckload of male Indians (fisheaters) sitting by the side of the snow-covered road with a flat tire. he pulled over and asked if he could do anything and they, of course, said they needed there tire changed. So while they sat in their cozy warm truck, he changed their tire and went on his merry way.<br /><br />Here in the semi-south we say, "Here awhile back" which could mean yesterday or a month ago.<br /><br />Well, here awhile back when he was on his way somewhere over yonder he passed a man stranded by the side of the road with his hood up and he was up under it. It was a busy highway by Arkansas standards - twelve to seventeen vehicles an hour at least!<br /><br />He pulled up to the guy and hollered out the window, "HEY, YOU NEED A HAND?" The guy came out from under the hood and turned around and lo and behold he was missing one of his HANDS! He said, "WHAT?" my husband, who by now was probably red as a beet said, "Um, do you need any help?". To which he replied, "Oh, no thanks help is on the way."<br /><br />almost an oh boo moment...nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-68726085160514250172010-03-31T23:30:00.000-05:002010-03-31T23:30:00.385-05:00WHEN DOGS TALK "OH BOO"<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxUbwteSWVk&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxUbwteSWVk&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-71911709768725418982010-03-23T00:01:00.000-05:002010-03-23T09:33:05.349-05:00POTTED PLANT "OH BOO"On 09/16/09, four-year-old grandson said to his mother, NTE, ""MOM! Your pot plant is growing bigger!" "That's POTTED plant, son!"<br /><br />...oh boo...nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-71773465162898160702010-03-14T00:01:00.000-06:002010-03-14T12:52:37.913-05:00CLAWEDY BOY "OH BOO"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://universalgeneral.com/db4/00336/universalgeneral.com/_uimages/41k_CloudLightening.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://universalgeneral.com/db4/00336/universalgeneral.com/_uimages/41k_CloudLightening.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />It was a dark and stormy night...<br /><br />No, really. Pop had just turned in and Clawed Mewnet is scared of the thunderstorm so he climbs onto the bed with him - as Clawedy-boy is climbing all over Pop, Pop says to him, "Hear that, Clawed? That's God shooting at cats, yeah."<br /><br />...oh boo...<br /><br />(9/21/09)nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-91753985909725268382010-03-09T23:29:00.001-06:002010-03-09T23:29:00.172-06:00NEW ELEMENT FOUND "OH BOO"FOUND AT A TPP FRIEND'S F/B:<br /><br />"New Element Discovered in Cambridge to be Included in the Periodic Table<br /><br />The Cavendish Nuclear Physics Department of the University of Cambridge has discovered the heaviest element yet known to science. The new element, Governmentium (Gv), has one neutron, 25 assistant neutrons, 88 deputy neutrons, and 198 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 312.<br /><br />These 312 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called peons. Since Governmentium has no electrons, it is inert; however, it can be detected, because it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact. A tiny amount of Governmentium can cause a reaction that would normally take less than a second, to take from 4 days to 4 years to complete.<br /><br />Governmentium has a normal half-life of 2 - 6 years. It does not decay, but instead undergoes a reorganization in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange places. In fact, Governmentium's mass will actually increase over time, since each re-organization will cause more morons to become neutrons, forming isodopes. This characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to believe that Governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration.<br /><br />This hypothetical quantity is referred to as critical morass.<br /><br />When catalyzed with money, Governmentium becomes Administratium, an element that absorbs just as much energy as Governmentium since it has half as many peons but twice as many morons."nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-80557288997462149632010-03-02T09:00:00.002-06:002010-03-02T09:14:23.007-06:00LANGUAGE "OH BOO"Pop has had multitudes of Hispanics and South Americans working with him for quite a few years.<br /><br />He had a new Hispanic on the job one day and spent ALL DAY trying to find the right words to communicate with him - we call it "Spanglish" as do most other people. After about ten hours of THAT, he asks?<br /><br />¿We're done por el día, do you want to regresar a casa? (We're done for the day, do you want to go home?) <br /><br />His new employee answers in perfect Arkansese:<br /><br />"Yeah, I reckon I'll just go to the house."<br /><br />...oh boo...nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-59342659278160539442010-02-24T00:01:00.000-06:002010-02-24T00:01:00.070-06:00"OH BOO" MOMENT 092908Here awhile back...<br /><br />For well over a year I'd been trying to get nancpop to either lay me off or fire me. I finally got a little more than angry last night and stated emphatically, "I REALLY HATE THAT JOB - LET ME GO OR ELSE!"<br /><br />This morning (092808) I received this from him in my email:<br /><br />Good morning Honey,<br /><br />I have to let you go.Your position in the company has been dissolved.<br />Have a great day !!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Love Ya<br />POP<br /><br />...oh boo...<br /><br />YAY!nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-43956878516063899112010-02-19T11:30:00.001-06:002010-02-19T11:30:38.819-06:00BROCCOLI "OH BOO"Ever since nancson was small he's hated broccoli - the ONLY way he'd eat it was if I put on a pot of homemade cheesy/broccoli soup AND made homemade croutons to drown out the taste.<br /><br />I got a text from him on 02/16/10:<br /><br />"Today I braved up and ate some broccoli."<br /><br />My reply: "Hope it doesn't kill you..."<br /><br />Him: "It didn't"<br /><br />Me: "Oh good, because that would mean someone hijacked your phone while you were lying on the floor having the dying broccoli quivers!"<br /><br />...oh boo...nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-70020777313862576552010-02-16T10:44:00.002-06:002010-02-16T10:55:09.697-06:00LOLA BUNNY "OH BOO"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.easygazette.com/subject_sites/images/Dutch_rabbit_2_300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 239px;" src="http://www.easygazette.com/subject_sites/images/Dutch_rabbit_2_300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Lola, a Dutch rabbit breed, has been nesting lately - rearranging her surroundings, fluffing her bedding up, looking at the cats kind of funny...<br /><br />A friend of our son's was over this weekend and has some larger breed bucks who need a girlfriend - I asked him to ask his mother if Lola was too small for any of them. She said it would be fine to breed her with their smallest buck.<br /><br />Nancson and friend took Lola yesterday to be bred.<br /><br />When Nancson returned home last night, I asked, "Soooooooooo, did Lola and the buck...you know...get together yet?"<br /><br />His reply, "Mom, we put her in the cage with him and they bred like rabbits - anything else you need to know?"<br /><br />...oh boo...<br /><br />She'll be returning home Wednesday with a funny-bunny look on her face!nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-82084939161914939472010-02-09T00:00:00.000-06:002010-02-09T08:59:06.767-06:00EYE DOCTOR "OH BOO"I've recently been having some extremely discouraging vision problems. Started between Christmas and the new year. It began with pressure behind my eyes and later with blurred vision and ultimately what appeared to be lightening bolts flashing at the left side of my left eye.<br /><br />Needless to say it put the scare in me. I'd rather lose my sense of smell, sense of hearing or sense of touch than my sense of sight - being an avid reader, losing my sight is a fate worse than death.<br /><br />Pop took the day off to take me to an emergency appointment at the ophthalmologist - they took me right in and turned me every which way but loose as all the symptoms I was having pointed to a detached retina which would have required immediate surgery. YIKES!<br /><br />Zgirl went with us and after about an hour's worth of excruciatingly irritating tests, the tech left the room and I called zgirl and pop into the room to keep me company.<br /><br />They had to inspect the room with all the drawers and cabinet labels when zgirl came to one that stated "Foreign Body Removal Tool" and looked at pop and asked, "What's this one for?"<br /><br />Pop's response, "That's to take all the illegal aliens out of your mother's eye."<br /><br />...oh boo...<br /><br />No, I do not have a detached retina but do have a small hemorrhage which could lead to one so will be having many follow-up appointments to keep a close watch on my vision. The doctor said my brain would block out many of the symptoms - like this big, freakin' grey blob that keeps getting in the way - NO! Swatting at it openly does no good...<br /><br />...oh boo...nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-17491295751860056932010-02-01T00:01:00.001-06:002010-02-01T00:13:16.962-06:00MISSISSIPPI "OH BOO"You may think this is a post about Mississippi - BUT IT'S NOT!<br /><br />It's about Mz. Lola - we used to call her "Mississippi". She passed away this past July, but her spirit is still with us and she's been on my mind lately. We didn't always see eye to eye on many things (hardly ANY) but we loved her and her family just the same and had many great meals and holidays together.<br /><br />This was the first in quite a few years our mountain family wasn't together for Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve, and it was then I realized it was transition time. <br /><br />Their family is what she liked to call, "LARGE AND IN CHARGE!" - yes, the three of them each weighed either close to or well over 300# apiece - that's a half-ton to you city folks. She used to tell me that I looked "poor" and when I questioned her about that, she said, "You know - too skinny!"<br /><br />Mississippi is an entirely different country if you've never been there...<br /><br />One Fourth of July, we had a big shindig/barbecue/potluck and theirs and a few other families came - They kept laughing and saying something at the table while nudging each other out of their way which I couldn't make out and finally had to ask them what was so funny - sure they were making fun of my food! <br /><br />These larger-than-life people were saying, "There goes the buffet!" each time someone approached the food table - when I questioned them further they said that when their family would go to a chinese buffet, if a large person would come in, they'd look at one another and in unison say, "There goes the buffet." As in the other overweight people were going to take all the good stuff!<br /><br />...oh boo...nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-76917535721110294312010-01-28T08:28:00.003-06:002010-01-28T09:01:32.153-06:00O.T. "OH BOO"This is one of those posts where I hate to venture for the mere fact I like to keep this light and airy - and then thought to myself - what is more light and airy than gays in the military?<br /><br />Many have heard me say that if not for a gay cousin of mine (quite a bit older) taking me and my siblings under his wing, we would not have had such a great childhood - he bought us a Honda 50 to tear it up in a field across the street from our house; he took us to Disneyland, the San Diego Zoo, Sea World, the movies and was a joy to be around.<br /><br />He was at our house regularly when he was stationed nearby - sharing meals and was like a big old brother. I love him. Back in the day the word "gay" had not been stolen by homosexuals and a rainbow was something only seen after a rain so we referred to him as "different". "Homo" was something only said in jest and never to a person who was "different"!<br /><br />This whole business of offending gays in the military is, as my dear departed grandmother would call, "A CROCK OF HOOEY!" I agree - gays SHOULD be in the military - gays SHOULD have their own BRANCH of the military - gays SHOULD be sent in first to survey the situation (because who would give more detail to a situation?) - gays SHOULD have more rights in military combat because WHAT group of people have fought more for the rights to just be normal?<br /><br />I do, however, draw the line at how this morning on Fox News, <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adam_Smith_%28politician%29">Adam Smith(D), Washington,</a> describes HOW they are doing in the military - at least until they have their own branch of the military, "...fabulously..."<br /><br />...oh boo...<br /><br />Fabulously would be how I would describe how the draperies hang, or how someone like Halle Berry fits a gown, or a feeling after that first kiss...<br /><br />Talk about Full Monty dialectics!<br /><br />Is it my imagination or are the progressives trying to sissify our military? No offense to macho gays...<br /><br /><a href="http://its-curtains-for-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/gays-in-military-yea-or-nay.html">Crossposted here.</a>nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-73706724240113055272010-01-23T10:00:00.001-06:002010-01-23T10:16:28.314-06:00SHAMPOO & A SET "OH BOO"here awhile back...<br /><br />Pop had to go have a knee injury checked at the urgent care that all the guys in the company use - needless to say, it is run by ALL women - they loved him! They loved him so much, they'd call him when he was home to visit with <span style="font-weight:bold;">ME</span> to tell me how much they loved him...<br /><br />They were due to have their grand opening within the second month of operation and were having open houses and raffles and drawings. Pop got in on that!<br /><br />Then, he proceeded to forget about it after he didn't need to go back for any check ups. One day he got a call from their office to tell him that he'd won one of the drawings and he could come and collect.When he arrived, they snickered a little as they handed him his envelope with his prize in it.<br /><br />What do you suppose it was?<br /><br />A FREE SHAMPOO, CONDITIONING AND SET!<br /><br />...oh boo...<br /><br />Um, pop's totally bald...nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-11081516257680274342010-01-15T00:01:00.000-06:002010-01-15T01:20:55.546-06:00BLACKBERRY4 "OH BOO"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn3.ioffer.com/img/item/127/404/589/dxeXSF9PQGLUyxW.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://cdn3.ioffer.com/img/item/127/404/589/dxeXSF9PQGLUyxW.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Okay, so I AM a techtard.<br /><br />I went to take a photo with my BB and stuck the little round circle from the photo on the right up to my eye and said to zgirl - "I CAN'T SEE A THING WITH THIS!"<br /><br />Zgirl, "Turn it around, mama..."<br /><br />...oh boo...nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-39742340752294746542010-01-11T12:00:00.000-06:002010-01-11T12:27:49.708-06:0001/09/10 "OH BOO"Zgirl went to the championship homeschool basketball games this afternoon.<br /><br />We watched "Full Metal Jacket"...just because I'd never seen it before...oh boo...<br /><br />Built a big salad, steamed some broccoli and made some scalloped potatoes to go with what pop had on the 'cue.<br /><br />It's served up and nancson asks, "Oh, what's this - gamish corn hens?"<br /><br />...oh boo...<br /><br />After supper, pop, in all seriousness says, "I think I'm getting a feeling down here in my...(points to his throat)...philosophical tubes."<br /><br />...oh boo...<br /><br />NORM CROSBY - WHERE ARE YOU?!?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kwdPZ9qyBUo&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kwdPZ9qyBUo&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.fun-with-words.com/malapropisms.html">Malapropisms Galore!</a>nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-62799298829340997702010-01-06T10:00:00.001-06:002010-01-06T10:14:25.080-06:00NANCPOP DAD "OH BOO"Pop and I were reminiscing here awhile back about special people in our lives and he recalled one of his friends growing up, a young black fellow (Richard) who had a stutter.<br /><br />He, pop and pop's dad would always go fishing together throughout his high school years and after that lost touch for awhile.<br /><br />One day many years later, Richard stopped by the ranch to catch up on old times and go fishing. Pop was so glad to see him and apparently so was pop's pop - he got all excited, grabbed him to shake his hand or hug him and said, "Richard, I haven't seen you in a 'coon's age!"<br /><br />...oh boo...<br /><br />Then followed it up with this, "No offense."<br /><br />...oh boo...<br /><br />My poor mother-in-law...nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-45053971421018335672009-12-31T00:01:00.000-06:002009-12-31T00:01:01.509-06:00BLACKBERRY3 "OH BOO"We were at the cabin for Thanksgiving and one day pop decided he was going trout fishing on the world famous "White River" before the children and our company returned.<br /><br />I kept myself busy getting ready to house an extra five people and decided to watch his and my own favorite movie ever made, Paint Your Wagon.<br /><br />After an hour or so I called him to see if he was having any luck and tell him I was watching the movie. Nope, no bites whatsoever and the water was up and as clear as could be.<br /><br />One of our favorite parts in the movie came on so I decided to text him:<br /><br />"Mooney, there's a woman in the saloon with a baby pressed against her breast."<br /><br />His response:<br /><br />"HA! I love that part!"<br /><br />My next text:<br /><br />"lt ain't every day that we got a woman in Atwell's - pressing her breast with her baby."<br /><br />His response:<br /><br />"That's FUNNY!"<br /><br />My next text:<br /><br />"there's a woman in Atwell's pressing her breast to the saloon."<br /><br />No response...<br /><br />So I text him this one last time:<br /><br />"There's a breast in Atwell's pressing a woman against her."<br /><br />A couple of minutes pass and his response comes back:<br /><br />"HAG"<br /><br />Okay, so I'm thinking, "Is he calling me a hag? or Elizabeth who is the woman in the saloon pressing her breast against it?"<br /><br />...oh boo...<br /><br />He gets home a few hours later, two trout heavier and I ask him why he responded back with a "HAG"?<br /><br />He looked at me like I had sprouted angel wings and stated, "I sent you back a message that said HA!"<br /><br />...oh boo...<br /><br />So now I need BETTER glasses!<br /><br />HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, POP!nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-75888183194600821712009-12-23T11:40:00.004-06:002009-12-23T11:44:41.176-06:00OH-OH-OH<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s7d3.scene7.com/is/image/TOP/2912_SD3470mn?hei=400&wid=400"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://s7d3.scene7.com/is/image/TOP/2912_SD3470mn?hei=400&wid=400" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">BLESSINGS AND PEACE BE THE RULE OF THE DAY - EVERY DAY!<br /><br />JOYEUX NOEL!<br /></span></div><br /><br />Isaiah 9:6 - For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.<br /><br />Amennanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18763567.post-74335339445045070552009-12-21T15:03:00.002-06:002009-12-21T15:21:56.201-06:00LETTERS TO SANTA "OH BOO"We get a big kick out of "Letters to Santa" every year - and this year is no exception. Here are a few, written by area first graders, we were reading and having a good laugh over this weekend:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dear Santa:<br /><br />You are a dear Santa. I<br />said, "Mom, here is a dear<br />Santa." Would you bring me<br />a video game?<br /><br />Love, XXXXX<br /></div><br />This little guy is an Eddie Haskell in the making - "Nice dress Mrs. Cleaver."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dear Santa:<br /><br />You say hoohoo. I say<br />hoohoo. Everbody say<br />hoohoo.<br /><br />Love, XXXXXXX<br /></div><br />I could get along with a person like this! ...ohboohoo...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dear Santa:<br /><br />How is miss clause? I<br />would like to have a game<br />and super hero cards. I'm<br />going to get a table and<br />poot cookies on it for you.<br /><br />Love, XXXX<br /></div><br />Mr. Obsessed with everything noisy and stinky said, "I pooted some Christmas cookies just this morning!" <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dear Santa,<br /><br />I will leave cookies for<br />you. How are the raindeer<br />doing? I want a black<br />laptop compytr for Christmas.<br /><br />Frum XXXXX<br /></div><br />A new black compytr will certainly help him only if he understands the concept of "spellcheck". Yeah, yeah, yeah - I know, first grade - here in Arkansas he could be 10 or 11 years old however!<br /><br />There were quite a few where the children asked only for special favor in the case of sick loved ones and those made me cry a little - "oh boo moments" is not for tears of sadness and I ask that you just keep those wee ones in your prayers.nanchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08809768490674110768noreply@blogger.com0