Jokes and life that is just funny
First of all, a joke (probably one that you have heard already, but I am going to subject you to it anyways).
An old Italian Mafia Don is dying and he calls his grandson to his bed, "Lissin-a me. I wanna for you to taka my chrome plated 38 revolver so
you will always remember me."
"But grandpa, I really don't lika guns. Howzabout you leava me your
Rolex watch instead?"
"Shuddup an lissin. Somma day you gonna runna da business ... you gonna have a beautifula wife, lotsa money, a biga home and maybe a couple a bambinos.Somma day you gonna comma home and maybe find you wife inna bed with another man. Whadda you gonna do then ... pointa to you watch and say, Times up?"
Okay, thank you for putting up with me and that particular joke.
Now, onto other things - my Mom has a Theory about metaphors and truly, in her life, it seems like this Theory is very true for her. You see, there can be metaphors in everything that happens in your life.
For example - she was having a really crappy day, nothing was going right for her and she just decided to be in a really crappy mood. The next thing she knows, a bird has crapped on her. She then decided that maybe it was not worth being in a crappy mood *grins*
ANYWAYS
This being said, I will state here and now that I really do not think that I was in a pissy mood today, in fact, in comparison to the past week or so I have to say that I was especially cheerful today. Strangely enough, this did not stop the goat Clover from going pee as I was sitting down and holding her collar (she was just behind me and I had no idea that she had done anything till I stood up and realized that the seat of my shorts was rather damp)
Once I got over the initial shock of it I cleaned off, changed clothing and threw the soiled ones in the wash. *sighs and shakes her head*
But I still hold to the fact that I really do not think that I was being pissy- maybe it means something else - like, don’t sit while holding a goat and thus give it a chance to wreak whatever havoc it can.
The rest of my days have not been near as exciting and I truly do not have much to currently report about. I have survived through my fit of melancholy and have moved on to a queer sort of pseudo-philosophical set of mind wanderings… mostly telling me that I must get back to writing in my regular day journal (which has been ignored these past few days) so that I may jot down the multitude of thoughts, colourful and not, meandering through my mind.
Perhaps Sunday I will get into Pecs so that I may use the internet café there to check bank balances and all of that fun adult-type stuff, also looking into prices for flights to Belgium versus the price of taking the bus all of the way there (a hideously long journey, but one that I am willing to partake of as the countryside would be gorgeous and I have the time if I plan correctly. That and I really do not wish to take more flights than I absolutely need to). Oh, and this weekend Eva is going away, so yours truly is in charge of all cooking and food for the weekend. Kind of interesting and should be fun as all must succumb to my experiments! MWA HA HAA HAAAAA
Oh
And I got to play at being some sort of strange executioner with Elke today as we mass butchered the sunflowers. Or rather, as each sunflower was systematically beheaded by Elke and then strung up and hung from the rafters for all to look upon in fear. Let this be a lesson to the rest of you vegetables!
An old Italian Mafia Don is dying and he calls his grandson to his bed, "Lissin-a me. I wanna for you to taka my chrome plated 38 revolver so
you will always remember me."
"But grandpa, I really don't lika guns. Howzabout you leava me your
Rolex watch instead?"
"Shuddup an lissin. Somma day you gonna runna da business ... you gonna have a beautifula wife, lotsa money, a biga home and maybe a couple a bambinos.Somma day you gonna comma home and maybe find you wife inna bed with another man. Whadda you gonna do then ... pointa to you watch and say, Times up?"
Okay, thank you for putting up with me and that particular joke.
Now, onto other things - my Mom has a Theory about metaphors and truly, in her life, it seems like this Theory is very true for her. You see, there can be metaphors in everything that happens in your life.
For example - she was having a really crappy day, nothing was going right for her and she just decided to be in a really crappy mood. The next thing she knows, a bird has crapped on her. She then decided that maybe it was not worth being in a crappy mood *grins*
ANYWAYS
This being said, I will state here and now that I really do not think that I was in a pissy mood today, in fact, in comparison to the past week or so I have to say that I was especially cheerful today. Strangely enough, this did not stop the goat Clover from going pee as I was sitting down and holding her collar (she was just behind me and I had no idea that she had done anything till I stood up and realized that the seat of my shorts was rather damp)
Once I got over the initial shock of it I cleaned off, changed clothing and threw the soiled ones in the wash. *sighs and shakes her head*
But I still hold to the fact that I really do not think that I was being pissy- maybe it means something else - like, don’t sit while holding a goat and thus give it a chance to wreak whatever havoc it can.
The rest of my days have not been near as exciting and I truly do not have much to currently report about. I have survived through my fit of melancholy and have moved on to a queer sort of pseudo-philosophical set of mind wanderings… mostly telling me that I must get back to writing in my regular day journal (which has been ignored these past few days) so that I may jot down the multitude of thoughts, colourful and not, meandering through my mind.
Perhaps Sunday I will get into Pecs so that I may use the internet café there to check bank balances and all of that fun adult-type stuff, also looking into prices for flights to Belgium versus the price of taking the bus all of the way there (a hideously long journey, but one that I am willing to partake of as the countryside would be gorgeous and I have the time if I plan correctly. That and I really do not wish to take more flights than I absolutely need to). Oh, and this weekend Eva is going away, so yours truly is in charge of all cooking and food for the weekend. Kind of interesting and should be fun as all must succumb to my experiments! MWA HA HAA HAAAAA
Oh
And I got to play at being some sort of strange executioner with Elke today as we mass butchered the sunflowers. Or rather, as each sunflower was systematically beheaded by Elke and then strung up and hung from the rafters for all to look upon in fear. Let this be a lesson to the rest of you vegetables!