For the last time . . . this year

Missed posting yesterday as it was a day of travel. Yep, back to "The Cities" (Twin that is) for more SuperGranny activity. I would say spoiling but I have to take long car rides with SG and it gets lonely with no one talking to you. A few things made me laugh on Thursday while I was hanging out with my shopping/back road roaming buddy, Larry. After running our necessary errands, we stopped for lunch at Joe's Bar and Grill. That wasn't too funny to start with until . . . we met Joe, a diminutive fellow who looked like he had probably been a farmer most of his life. Larry immediately started questioning Joe about the place and other small talk. In turn, Joe insisted that we guess his age. We countered with flattering guesses like thirty-nine or forty-seven and finally, one hundred-five. (that being closest to what Joe really looked like) Joe proudly announced that he had witnessed eighty-seven winters and closed the bar every night at two am (two thirty on Friday and Saturday) and opened again at nine am. Then he passed on this sage advice to us two youngsters, "never retire, it's no damn good for ya!" We paid our tab and, without looking back, dragged our two sorry retired asses out to the car. That little adventure was kinda funny (worth a chuckle maybe). But, then our trip took a turn for the chucklier. As I said, both Larry and I love to try roads we hadn't traveled before. So, off we went down this road and that road soaking in the local scenery. Occasionally we would run across a road that at least one of us had traveled before. Nothing is better than to share a previous discovery to a fellow traveler. My "show and tell" pointing out the Martian mannequin saving the mannequin kid being chased up a tree by cut out bears that I wrote about recently. I pointed out a few other "hot spots" along the road when suddenly Larry pointed and said, "turn here!". Obediently I swung the Honda onto a one lane sand road that was actually the only strip of snow in sight. As the car carefully snaked its way along the snow covered lane deeper into a fairly thick woods Larry said, I think my son is ice fishing around here". Now I am strongly adverse to ice fishing (unless it entails fishing a cube of frozen water from a glass of scotch). Larry explained that his son was taking part in an ice fishing derby and had found a spot in the backwaters of the Wisconsin River near here. Sure enough below, perched on a couple of five gallon buckets and peering into holes in the ice, were two bundled up figures. Larry recognized one of the figures as his son so he yelled down various clever remarks concerning his fishing prowess and how time was running out on the tournament. After pulling ahead to a wide area where a truck was parked we discovered that it was not Larry's kid down there looking into that icy hole but some confused stranger who is probably still wondering, "what the hell was that all about?". Upon returning to Fennimore we found Larry's son's truck parked next to the bar that sponsored the fishing derby. Inside we found Larry's kid and a dozen or more rosy cheeked guys with little red eyes. (probably from staring into those little frozen ice holes) a long story but . . .This Made Me Laugh!
Have a Laughy New Year.

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Famous Last words #1

What Makes Them Laugh?

Little kids make me! And, I'm sure the same is true for you. But, have you ever considered what makes them laugh. Think about it. Babies can only do a few things, cry, eat, poop and . . . laugh. Now crying, eating and pooping are normal bodily functions which the kid has very little control of. But, laughing? How do they know? I think that we're all born with a sense of humor. Kind of a gift. Through the years we use it, abuse it and in some cases lose it. So, you see, those little babies are laughing at us not with us. A baby can render any grown up adult into a oogling, googling, squeaky voiced idiot. Just hand a person an infant and in seconds they're emitting sounds that defy spelling. By the way I'm talking about the adult not the baby. Sooner or later all of these antics bring a smile to baby's face. Mission accomplished. In the past years we've been blessed with a bunch grandkids who have provided hours of entertainment for me. Not the babies but the adults "playing" with them. Put a baby in a room, add a mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, aunt, uncle, cousin or even a complete stranger and within seconds the room is full of cootchies, and coos, singing, whistling, jiggling, shaking, a few tosses into the air and the mandatory knee bouncing. In turn the baby will eventually give in and crack a smile or, in a lot of cases, throw up.The next time the opportunity arises, stand back and watch the adult not the baby and I think you'll enjoy a good laugh (Unless you happen to be the one doing the bouncing and talking in a high pitched squeaky voice.) Here are a couple of shots of the results of many people's efforts. Try to image what it took to get that poor little kid to react this way.

Ha, Ha! Say that again and move those "magic" fingers a little to the left!

Christmas Star

Courtesy of friend Katchen McDonald...

Not quite Calvin and Hobbes

Probably the best snowman cartoons ever have appeared in Calin and Hobbes. But, this one is close.

OOOOPS!!!

One of the hazards of trying to maintain two blogs is posting on the wrong one. The other day I did just that. I posted a "This Made Me Laugh" on my "ronning off" blog site.The joke was pretty corny so if you missed it, well you missed it. I do have, what I consider fairly funny, a laugh for today. And, I'm putting it in its proper place.

Don't forget. If you come across something "that makes you laugh" please share it with us. Email it to me at rfblume@tds.net

Keep laughing!

Here goes

In my annual "newsletter" I promised to post a-blog-a-day with something that made me laugh the previous day. It may be something that I saw, heard about, dreamed or received from email and Facebook friends. I invite everyone to join in and try to laugh about something each and every day. On my main Blog ronning off I often go weeks without posting so, this is going to be a real exercise in (what's the word I'm looking for?) sticktoitiveness. I didn't plan on starting this blog until the first of the year but . . . just to get the ball rolling . . . The other day on one of my wanderings I came across this scene. This is along a moderately traveled highway that parallels the Wisconsin River. The road is lined with white pines for miles with a little clearing here and just big enough to accommodate a small shack or barn. At any rate there isn't much scenery to entertain one driving along. But! Then on the edge of the tree line I spot what looks like a young kid up a tree trying to get away from a mother bear and her cub. Fear not because peering from behind a scrawny poplar (or some kind of scrawny tree) is what appears to be a Martian (or a mannequin wearing a Martian mask) taking aim at the bear. After driving on for a couple of miles I decided that I had to go back and capture the scene on film (I mean pixels). At a closer look, the kid was kid's clothing stuffed with something other than a kid, the bears were cut out of plywood and the Martian hunter was a mannequin wearing a Martian mask. So here's what made me laugh that day!

Sorry about the photo quality but, I was either cold or frightened.