Wednesday, Hump Day?

well it seems somewhere along the
line Wednesday became "hump day"

i wonder why:

maybe because we have to hump
over Wednesday to get to Thursday?
but then don' t we have to hump over
Friday to get to Saturday?

can it be just because its in the
middle of the work week?

or does it have something to do with
a camel having humps?

perhaps a "Mr. Hump" made Wednesday
famous in a far off land, and someone
named Wednesday's for him?

we could look at Wednesday's as going
up a hill (which would be the hump part)
and the descent would bring us
to the weekend?

is it that people hump on Wednesday's?
maybe Heidi Fleiss said it once and it
stuck?

did Clinton get caught with Monica
on a Wednesday? and then one of the
news stations ran with it?

did the hunchback of Notre Dame
ring the famous bell on Wednesday's?
he had a hump on his back, so is that
the origin?

i found this on the internet:

"Do you know what the best thing about Tuesdays are? Its the day before Hump Day!" "What's hump day?" "It's the hump of the week!!"

what is up with that, i am just has confused
as when i started this blog

so many people say it to me, and i read
it everywhere, it just sounds so, well,
not normal!

i can't find the origin of this saying
so i am just going to stick with what
i have known Wednesday's to be, which
is the middle day in a work week

Sooooooo!

Happy Wednesday :O)


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Round and Round

i am extremely burnt out, i feel
as if i am going round and round
with no straight lines ahead of me
wherever i start i go around, only
to go back around

make sense?

there is just to much to do, life
is just so demanding, and in between
all this i have my parents to take
care of, not the physical being of
them, its the mental part, that
requires me to be there for them

after i long day at work, using all my
mental capabilities i have to then
make sure all dad's paperwork, banking
doctors appt's etc are all done and in order

it is so strange how many years ago
they both took so good care of me, they
gave me the tools to be who i am, and
now as it always happens in life the
tables have turned, and i now have
to take care of them

i love them dearly, and will do what needs
to be done for as long as it takes, i would never
leave them at this point, as the need for me
to be here is just to strong

so i go on my "merry go round" daily
only to wake the next day, and start all
over again!

some say life is a good ole
"merry go round" i used to chuckle
at that statement, and now i know
exactly what they meant

i am making myself dizzy :O)

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"Smile and say Cheese"

"What story does this picture tell?"

there are times i look at pictures
that are on my space of my friends or
pictures i am shown of family
and or acquaintance's

if the picture is unknown to me
i tend to tell a story in my mind
about the picture, kinda like make
believe

it is amazing how i can make up this
story and it seems so real, yet the person
who's picture it is, tells such a different
story

it is true we conjure up things in our
minds and most of the time they are
all so different

i believe in the words:
"A picture tells a thousand words"
for what you see or believe can be
so far from the reality of the picture
a thousand times over!

last year i was shown a picture
of what seemed a sweet family, it
was a christmas picture, the children
in their best christmas outfits,
the parents looking so perfect,
smiles were everywhere, even the
dog seemed to be smiling, behind
them all was a fireplace, so bright orange
it glared, i stared at the picture with
envy, thinking "how lucky for
this family, picture perfect"

not so perfect, they are now divorced
he, was never happy in his marriage
he, was miserable the day of the photo
he, was forced to take that photo

so, at times does a picture really
tell the whole story, or is it just a mask
for reality?

can we ever really know?

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Happy Mothers Day!

Flowers for all of our Mother's

♥Patricia♥

My Mother

by Joey

Happy Mother's Day to everyone! I'd like to start off by saying that I hope everyone shows their Mother some love today and every day because they are a precious gift. Let me tell you about my Mother.

My Mom, Patricia, who we called "Mama" growing up, was born in 1950 in North Carolina. She had one sister and one brother. Her parents, my Meemaw and Papa, ran the local A & P grocery store.

My mom grew up and always worked hard. As a teenager she worked in the tobacco fields in the hot, humid air of North Carolina. She also worked at the local movie theatre where she got to enjoy that weeks' feature before the public had the chance to see it. Of course she worked at the grocery store my grandparents ran also.

She grew up and met my father, Harold. They began dating and got married, and soon thereafter, I was born. I was the first child and am the oldest of four boys. I was spoiled by my parents and grandparents, because I was the first grandchild on both sides of my family. My Dad was a mechanic. They divorced when I was ten and I always helped my Mom out with my brothers.

My Mama always worked hard and took care of my brothers and I. She was a very funny person and full of life. She always knew how to make you smile. She also played piano by ear, a gift that my little brother also inherited. She also loved to cook. Mama could whip up some of the best meals you ever put in your mouth. Maybe that's where the saying "It's so good, it'll make you slap your mama!" came from. lol

Mama loved to sing also. She sang in the church choir and eventually got me involved. Poetry was also a huge part of her life. I wished I was able to quickly get my hands on some poetry she wrote because I'd share it with you all. Maybe I'll do that for another day. She had an extraordinary gift.

I'll tell you a funny story. When my brothers and I were younger, we had a tape recorder(Yes, I dated myself, but I'm sure you all had one) or cassette recorder, whatever you'd like to call it. Well, we used to go around recording random stuff, joking, and just having fun with it. We would always try to 'sneak' and record her doing or saying something funny, but she wouldn't fall for it. She always knew we secretly had the recorder near her. She'd keep saying in a stern voice, "stop recording me!" lol

I had some of these recordings for years, even as an adult, and I ended up losing them. I'd give anything to have those back now. My Mama was a very strong person. She lived with leukemia for nine long years when the doctor only told her she would live two. She was a fighter and I grew strength in that as I got older.

As she got older, and got remarried, she was a stay at home mom. She cooked, cleaned and worked really hard to keep us four boys from destroying our home. lol
She made us do chores and do our part, and at the time, I'd say to her when she'd demand the dishes be washed, "Not now Mama". I only realized as I got older and raised my brothers why she meant she wanted them done RIGHT then and THERE. I am a lot like her today. lol

I learned many things from Mama. One was how to make gravy and cook in general. As a child, I wanted this play "cooking set" out of the S& H Greenbax catalog(remember those?), and she got it for me! I was so thrilled to get it. She started teaching me how to cook when I was nine years old. Another thing she taught me was how to shop and be frugal which I still put into practice to this day.

Using coupons was never an issue for her. She loved using them and saving money. She could sniff out a bargain like Toucan Sam could froot loops. lol

I rarely saw my Mama angry. She had to deal with unpleasant situations just as any Mother would, but she always handled them with grace and dignity.

My Mama never judged me. She tried to get me to come "out" to her in so many words, but I never had the courage. It's true for the most part that Mother's always "know". Not being my true self to her is something I regret to this day, but I know she's looking down and is proud of what her four boys have become now as men.

Remember, love and cherish your mom while you have her. Make every moment count, as you never know when God may call her home........

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

What is it about Ice Cream?

what is the deal with ice cream
why does everyone love it so,
i personally could take it or leave it

however whenever i talk favorite
foods with others, ice cream always
comes up in the conversation as
one of their favorites

they seem to eat it by the pints
or gallons, not just one scoop
or maybe two, a pint? a gallon?

i have also noticed they can name
ice creams flavors and the makers
of these certain flavors, and of course
tell you with certainty which one is better

if i have ice cream, i don't really know
the difference in the makers, to me
vanilla is, well vanilla and the same
with chocolate

these ice cream lovers eat it all year long
even in our winter months, it is something
they must have

i remember this from childhood:
"you scream, i scream, we all scream for
ice cream" i remember chanting that
when the good humor truck would drive
in our block, and we would make a mad
dash into the house to get some money
from our parents to buy the ice cream

i never finished mine, i threw half
of it away, i guess that was my first sign!

perhaps i need to find a flavor that would
make me love it to, perhaps i just stick with
the norm and don't appreciate it as others do

or maybe, i really just don't love it!

:O)

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Funny is Perfect!

this video today is so apropos!

it is to brighten ♥Lynn D's♥ spirits

i was surfing the net and found it

it cracked me up

those were the good ole days of
just laughter, over very silly
stuff, and these two where the best!

Enjoy!



keep the laughter going thru out the
day, as we all know, laughter and
smiles are good, together they make
a perfect pair!

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Blue Eyes?

"Happy Blue"
for zona

i met a old school buddy last nite
of my brothers, it was by pure
accident, i went out to dinner
with my cousins and there he
was to greet us,
to bring us to our table,
as soon as i saw him i knew

i turned to my cousin and explained
who he was, that he graduated with
my brother and went to the same
grammer school we went to at
dear old "St Francis Xavier"

when i asked he said "yes i know
your brother and i recognize you"
"how i asked, it has been so long"
"your eyes he said, so very blue"

my blue eyes, so many see them
so many comment on them, yet when
i see me, the blue eyes are, well, just
eyes, not blue at all, as it is me

i always say, others always see you
different then what you perceive
yourself to be, and i have my
blue eyes to prove it, i have discussed
this with lynn d, when she blogged about
disconnect, it was just the other day

and the best, the old school buddy
of my brothers, we discussed our
teachers, the nuns, he named so
many of them, what grades they taught
us in, and i then remembered!
bon's blog on teachers just the other
day, i could only remember two, and
now i know more, he had pictures
of some of the priests at our church,
we reminisced

he owns this restaurant, i had no idea
that he did, i had lost touch with him
since my brothers school years, it was
a last minute choice to dine there, it
was not planned

two blogs, two incidents, i truly
believe as lovey does, there are no
accidents, everything has a reason
and happens for a reason

this is life, as we know it!


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