Archive for the ‘Humor’ Category

If I can stop laughing perhaps I’ll get this post written.

I have been practicing on my bike.  I am up to approximately 10 hours on pavement, on a road with zero traffic. 

Today I decided I was ready to take a test shot on our road. 

The road was quiet.  People drive fast on our road, which isn’t comforting to someone that has never ridden a 2-wheeled vehicle on a traveled road before. 

I took out of our driveway first, with my husband following behind on his own bike.

I did not top 35 MPH.  I was in 3rd gear, smooth, I was feeling good.

I approached the cross road we had planned to meet-up on,  1 1/2 miles from our home.  My husband and I talked for a moment.  I decided to go further.  Mind you, these are bumpy roads, up and down, with no lines. 

I wheeled my way down the road and what do I see? An oncoming jeep.

Oh yes, I wanted to freak out.  It wasn’t that the jeep was on my side of the road.  It was the sudden reality that it was no longer me alone on the road. 

I clenched my teeth, literally.  Then I became aware of the look on my face.  It was fairly well construed! All of a sudden, I don’t know why, I changed my wadded up-in-pain expression to something like the zebra has in the photo above.  Seriously! I was giggling, scared, and making a face! Can you imagine the laughter that went on in that jeep?

A few moments later I saw an oncoming pick up truck.  I repeated the face twisting, goofy smile. 

Well…it helped me!

I made it to the next corner and decided to U-turn and stop.

The husband arrived moments later, pulled up beside me, and said, “You did very well! I am proud of you!”

I started laughing, telling him how scared I was when the oncoming vehicles passed.  I told him about the faces that I had made.  My husband then told me that the guy in the pick up truck was laughing.  He waved at my husband, with a look of sheer acknowledgement.

If you read in the funny papers about some crazy middle-aged woman scooting around, looking very much  like a smiling animal behind her helmet shield, you just might be able to say I know who she is! 

I am okay…really, I am.


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I have been missing in action, living with aggravation.  And now I am trying to write in a manner that includes humor.  That, in itself, is funny.  I asked my husband for help, words of wisdom, his reply was, “Throw eggs at it.”

The basket of joy has included mobile phone problems, computer troubles, and signal connection problems. 

I did gain some knowledge.  I will admit to it, I now know the difference between wireless and WiFi (no, I did not know a few weeks ago).  I am now on a wireless plan, and hope to pitch the satellite if all goes well.  No more missing signal when it rains or snows.  I can live with slow related to weather, of course, I do choose to live in the country. 

Do you ever think about how much time a person burns up while dealing with these types of electronic issues? Personally, I saw (and still see) myself behind in the soap shop, at my desk, and with personal chores as a result of spending countless hours on the phone with technical support departments.  I sometimes wonder, is it all worth it?

My answer is, yes, it is worth it.  We wouldn’t have the opportunities in life of connecting here if we didn’t occasionally need to update. And it keeps us young, I am sure you will agree, when we are forced to learn to keep up to date with technology.  Oh yeah, that would be it.  Right? Uh-huh.

I vaguely remember a commercial jingle that fits here, “Sometimes we feel like a nut, sometimes we don’t!”

Humor works.

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Don’t you just wish you could reach that itch a bit better?

Perhaps you could enjoy a warm sunny day by stretching over a rock, twisting your body around in circles, contorting, just for that great belly scratch?


This is the third grown goat doe I have seen do this today.  Why I have never noticed it before, I do not know.  But they now have my full attention. 

By the way, the doe in the photo is Peachy.  A two year old snubian (saanan/nubian) cross that is great on the milk stand this year, first time freshener.  The only problem, and it is not a fun one, she screams and yells the entire time I am milking the herd.  Yet, when she finally decides to come into the milk room (last) she stares at the door as if she has no idea why she is there.  Peachy, a mess.

Enjoy your day!

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Sometimes people subtly remind us that humor really is monumental. 

One morning everything seemed difficult.  The challenges were back to back, unusual.  You know the feeling.  One step forward, ten back.

The phone rang.

My 62-year old friend, Bob, exclaims “I lost my trash can!”


You have to know this guy.

I instantly began laughing.  He really has done well with his first-time computer.

I asked, “Bob, how did you delete your recycle bin?”

He replied, “If anyone can do it, the moron can!”

Oh my word.  He made my day.

I could not help him at that moment.  Later, I went to my own PC to work on a solution.  I then left a detailed voicemail for Bob while he was taking his mother on her weekly grocery shopping venture. 

That evening he called.

“I found my trash can!” he said.  Readers, buckle your funny bone seat belt for Bob’s next statement, “Your message really did help, but I ended up going somewhere else for the trash can.  I went to the Google department!”

Oh yes, the Google department, I shop there all of the time.  Don’t you?

Okay, Mr. Bob, what did you find at the Google department? He said, “Do you know how many different types of trash cans the Google department has?”


I can barely type this post.  Hilarious.  Such perfect humor.  And what is even more funny, I think he was serious.

The good news is, my friend does again have a recycle bin back on his desktop.  I doubt that he completely deleted it to begin with.  I have no idea what the “Google department” is, and I am not sure they have “trash cans.”  But, okay.

We have humor! And that is pure gold!

Have a blessed day!

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Let’s forget about the snow and winter dreariness.  Instead, let’s have some fun strolling down memory lane.

Basic contest outline:

  • The winner will receive a bar of lavender goat milk soap and a 4 oz. bottle of goat milk lotion. 
  • The winner will be drawn randomly. 
  • To enter contest:  leave a comment on this post.  Not just any comment.  You must tell what your favorite piece of clothing (or outfit) was from your youth (or past), and why.  You must tell what your least favorite clothing was (you know, those cases where you had to wear something that you didn’t want to wear).  And, you must describe your most outrageous piece of clothing from your youth.
  • Contest begins February 18 1:00 A.M., Eastern Standard Time.  Contest ends February 19 8:00 P.M., Eastern Standard Time.

Any questions?

Have fun!

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Goat Milk Soap In The Mold

Even if you do not make soap, can you tell me what is wrong with this picture?

The past several weeks have been filled with a lot of extra chores that range from digging out from two snowstorms, taking care of a special needs kid, and listening to the barn monitor to ensure no kids are born in the middle of a single digit temperature night.

I am a zombie.  But the brain does still function…partially.

Today, out of necessity, I made soap.  

This lovely batch got mixed twice.  The second time with everything that should have gone into it the first round.  

It may not look so neat and pretty…but darn if I didn’t save the soap. 

I still marvel at how nicely the soap poured out of the mold back into the mixing pot.  Slick and smooth.  Like melted butter.  Someone was looking over my shoulder, you think?

I may be reporting from the Funny Farm if I do not get some sleep.

At least I will still be able to laugh.

God gave us humor for a reason, didn’t He?


“Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished.  If you’re alive, it isn’t.” Richard Bach

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Lavender Sweet Orange Goat Milk Soap

Lavender Sweet Orange Goat Milk Soap

Is gibberish a real word? According to Wikipedia:  “Gibberish is a generic term in English for talking that sounds like speech, but carries no actual meaning.”

Raise your hand if:

  • you have high hopes of being able to use an new electronic device right away without detailed instructions
  • you find it necessary to print the instruction manual that came with a new device because you find it too confusing to follow from a CD or PDF file
  • you find detailed instruction manuals tedious, similar to taking a difficult latin course

I answered yes to all 3 questions.  Did you?

Enough said! I caved in.  The photo above was taken with my trusted cell on Monday after I cut a new batch of soap.  Today I hope to sit down with a printed instruction manual (not a “green” thing to do), and actually learn how to use a new camera!

Have a beautiful, stress free day! Enjoy the gibberish as it comes your way, tee hee!

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