I *will* say that I spent a lot of time with my grandparents, a lot of time at the hospital with them, and not a lot of time sleeping. Everyone is doing much better now...my grandmother is still recovering but is at home and under my mom's care. We are getting 'caught-up' around the house now too...slowly.
One of my grandfather's common expressions when observing a very busy person is...."You must be busier than a one-armed paper-hanger!" I heard that often during my time with them recently. It always made me smile...especially when he would say it to a busy nurse or lab technician. They would slow for a second to re-think the comment then break into a big smile as they got it and usually agreed.
Anyway, that is how much of this week has felt. My brain has been doing some deep thinking. My heart has done some grieving and searching. But my body is weary and nothing really seems to be in the shape or form to pour out here yet. Even so, I've chuckled a few times at some other blogs this week. I'll pass them along for your enjoyment and as something to fill the screen until my brain, heart and fingers all begin working together again.
Fiddledeedee over at It Could'a Been Worse tells about finding A Tasty Treat
Shannon, from Rocks In My Dryer, ... can't seem to escape the potty humor.
Amanda Moore from The LPM Blog shared some kid's funny and/or profound statements posted by their readers. This one made me laugh-out-loud:
(you can read the rest by going here)
My daughter loves to sing...and loudly! The problem is that she doesn't always get the words right. I recall one particular Sunday morning during praise and worship time we were singing "He is Exalted". Sarah was 3 at the time, so everyone in front of us was listening to her, as most people do when young children are not afraid to "perform". She was listening closely for the right time to come in, and when that time came she belted out "He is a Sausage, the King is a Sausage..." Oh yeah, I wanted to crawl right under the pew! We all had a good laugh that morning!With that, I will say goodnight to all you other one-armed paper-hangers out there.
9 comments:
"...the King is a Sausage on rye...and with raaaaisins!"
Sorry, couldn't help myself. I've always been partial to "busier than a one-legged man at a butt-kicking contest" myself. And I've felt like that this week, although I've had NOTHING like what you've been through. Hang in there. Hoping you and yours have a great weekend, IL.
First of all, thanks for making me think fondly of my dad. Being *busier than a one-armed paper-hanger* is one of his favorite sayings. And since he taught me how to hang wall paper, that saying brings especially fond memories. :)
As to the pressure you're feeling regarding coming up with something blog-worthy, I understand you. If you want, you can follow this link and I'll share my thoughts with you!
http://surviving-motherhood.blogspot.com/2007/01/being-real.html
I hope you're soon feeling well.
zeph - "...a one-legged man..." that's a new one for me!
IM - thanks for the link...it was an excellent post.
i am laughing out loud (i know there's an abbreviation for that, but i prefer the long form!!)
busier than a one-legged man...LOL!!
Thanks for the "nod" to my silly post. I'm glad I could bring you a laugh during a difficult, busy season.
My friend Ellen uses the "one-armed paper hanger" phrase. All I can say is, "Hang" in there.
Ha-ha? Is that funny? Or lame? (or both?)
zeph - OK...I'm idiot but I'm not afraid to admit it. When I first read your "...sausage on rye...and with raaaaisins!" I sort of scratched my head and tried to figure out what that was all about. One of the girls distracted me and I forgot about it for a while. But I thought about it later...a few times...and still didn't 'get-it!' Not 5 minutes ago...I'm folding laundry and humming the tune of He is Exalted but thinking the words He is a sausage ('cause I just haven't been able to get that out of my head!) and all of the sudden I GOT IT and laughed out loud! Clinton isn't here and the kids are all asleep so I had to tell somebody! ...on rye...and with raisins... THAT was funny!!
I was wondering why everyone was commenting on the one-legged butt-kicker, but not on the raisins. :o) Sometimes joke grenades are the best. (you DO know what a joke grenade is, right?)
Ann - You are funny!
zeph - I'm pretty sure I know what a joke grenade is...since I just experienced one!
Ummm, let me see if I get it.
A joke grenade...The joke gets told, and takes a little while to *explode* Is that right? It took me less than a minute to figure that one out...Ohhh! I hope I got it right! *grin*
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