Just a Thought

Bochox

Someone gave me this, I think.  Either that I've stolen it from someone.  Anyway a while ago this appeared in my possession.  I was wondering if someone was trying to tell me something.  Until, that was, I actually read it!

Want to Stay in This Motel?

Out of the Mouths….

When I was in Northland visiting Pauline, two of her grandchildren – The Twins - asked her whether she and I ‘were an item’.   Not having any idea why they should have asked the question or what two pre-teens understood or meant by “an item” Pauline asked why they wanted to know.  They replied that it would be nice because they wanted a grandpa.  You just never can be sure what children are thinking or where they are coming from can you?

That Would Explain It Then

Walking down Emerson Street I was amused by today’s quote outside one of the shops:

Feeding Birds

This posting has absolutely nothing to do with feeding birds!

I was reading Dawn Treader's posting Onwards and Forwards and she suggested visiting Ulrika K.  To be honest I rarely stray beyond my own limited Blogland because I just couldn't keep up.  It's hard enough keeping up as it is.  Anyway I popped over.  The photos are beautiful but what meade me laugh out loud was a short posting which I am taking the liberty of quoting.  It is a mixture of advice and humour and I just love it:

Conclusion

When puttingup a bird feeder in a tree, make sure you’re not standing on a big pile of snow.
When the big pile of snow melts, you are a whole lot shorter and so, when trying to fill the feeder, you end up with sunflower seeds in your bra.

Well  I wouldn't, of course, because we don't get snow here and I don't wear a bra (I'm sure you'll be please to know) but given the winter weather you are all experiencing you may care to take note.

The Top of the Morning Book of Epitaphs

Between 1994 and 1999 Brian Edwards hosted a programme on New Zealand's National Radio called Top of the Morning. During that time he had four competitions in which listeners submitted, respectively, Limericks, Excuses, Short, Short Stories and Epitaphs. Each topic formed the content of a separate book with the royalties from each book going to a charity. In the case of the Book of Epitaphs the royalties went to the Starship Children's Hospital in Auckland.

Here are a few of my favourite epitaphs which were not specific to New Zealand - for many of the epitaphs referred to living people. The main target was, of course, politicians.

Adam Gittins, healthy man.
Ate no fat and loved his bran
Lived on wheatgerm, honey and grain
Went out one day and got hit by a train.

Here lies bungy jumper Clarance Cleg
They tied the rope to his wooden leg.

Here lie the bodies of Vladimir and Estragon
Who died of pneumonia after a long period of
Inactivity and exposure to the elements.
Still Waiting for Godot.

Here lies Beethoven
Decomposing

Here lies Pavarotti,
Nestled, Dormant.

Steptoe & Son
Scrap Iron Dealers
Rust in peace

Here lies
The Invisible Man -
We think

Bill Gates
Unrecoverable Error

Tiddles
Requiescat

Birds and Bees

We have advert on the TV here at the moment which really appeals to my sense of humour.

An 8 ? year is picked up from school by his Dad and asks where he comes from.

Dad spends the journey home (in his Mazda) telling him about the birds and the bees. To which the youngster responds "That's so cool Dad. Jimmy Johnson just comes from Scotland."

The Invisible Man

Croquet: Such a Serious Game

Like any other sport Croquet has its lighter moments: