Wednesday, 27 June 2018

Nostalgia

There was a lot of excitement at our house this weekend.

All the kids were here to celebrate the long St Jean Baptiste holiday weekend. This holiday marks the end of the school year in Quebec. It is a day eagerly awaited by teachers and students alike.

While the girls were rummaging around in the basement, they discovered a container full of their old Cabbage Patch Dolls. It was like old home week. Squeals and hilarity ensued.

My girls were obsessed with these dolls. When the dolls became the hot new toy in the early 80's they ended up at the top of my daughters' Christmas lists. Luckily, I bought their presents early that year,  because as it got closer to Christmas there were no Cabbage Patch dolls to be had anywhere. Parents were desperate to find dolls.

The two middle dolls were the ones Santa brought that Christmas. Next came the bald babies and then Mike's mom and dad got them the Russian baby and the Spanish matador on the far right.

My son-in-law thinks we should sell them all! One vintage doll in mint condition has a value of over $900.00.


These dolls are not mint condition! They were well loved.


Next discovery- Mike's old record player and a container full of old records. He won't give any of those away. Our son-in-law loves old records so Mike had an appreciative audience for his stories.



Kerri found the beautiful outfits that Mike's relatives sent from Poland when she was born.
Here she is at age 2 ready to go to her uncle's wedding. I can't find the photo that shows the whole outfit. 
And here she is today trying to get back into it! Adult beverages may have been involved.


It was fun to reminisce. Where did those years go?

Tuesday, 26 June 2018

Twilight

Twilight is my favorite time of day, I love the energy in the air as night is falling. I took this picture Sunday evening, it reminds me of one of my favorite poems/songs.




In the Gloaming

by Meta Orred


In the gloaming*, oh, my darling!

When the lights are dim and low,
And the quiet shadows falling,
Softly come and softly go;

When the winds are sobbing faintly
With a gentle unknown woe,
Will you think of me, and love me,
As you did once long ago?

In the gloaming, oh, my darling!
Think not bitterly of me!
Tho' I passed away in silence
Left you lonely, set you free;

For my heart was crush'd with longing,
What had been could never be;
It was best to leave you thus, dear,
Best for you, and best for me.








Monday, 25 June 2018

Philosophy



An eccentric philosophy professor gave a one question final exam after a semester dealing with a broad array of topics. The class was already seated and ready to go when the professor picked up his chair, plopped it on his desk and wrote on the board: "Using everything we have learned this semester, prove that this chair does not exist."

Fingers flew, erasers erased, notebooks were filled in furious fashion. Some students wrote over 30 pages in one hour attempting to refute the existence of the chair. One member of the class however, was up and finished in less than a minute.

Weeks later when the grades were posted, the rest of the group wondered how he could have gotten an A when he had barely written anything at all. His answer consisted of two words: "What chair?"

Sunday, 24 June 2018

Party time!!

We have two birthday girls who are celebrating today.

First, our dear Q. What can I say about her? She is a wonderful woman and we are happy to call her our friend. We have laughed, cried, and shared so much over the years. We wish you a day full of love, laughter and exciting adventures.

Our friend Sleuth also has a birthday today. We have not heard from her in a while and hope she and Mr. Sleuth are doing well. Sleuth, we wish you a very happy birthday! We would love to hear from you.

















I decided to add this picture of my hibiscus for a birthday flower as it is blooming so nice this season.




He insisted.


Have a happy birthday ladies!

(Thanks to GJ for her assistance on this post !)

Saturday, 23 June 2018

Warning


WARNING TO LADIES OF A CERTAIN AGE!!!

You've no doubt heard about people who have been abducted and had
their kidneys removed by black-market organ thieves.

My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years
ago. I went to sleep and woke up with someone else's thighs.
It was just that quick. The replacements had the texture of
cooked oatmeal. Whose thighs were these and what happened to
mine? I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs.
Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my
life in jeans. And then the thieves struck again.

My arse was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they
took pains to match my new rear-end to the thighs they had
stuck me with earlier. But my new arse was attached at least
three inches lower than my original! I realized I'd have to
give up my jeans in favour of long skirts.

Two years ago I realized my arms had been switched. One
morning I was fixing my hair and was horrified to see the
flesh of my upper arm swing to and fro with the motion of
the hairbrush. This was really getting scary - my body was
being replaced one section at a time. What could they do to
me next?

When my poor neck suddenly disappeared and was replaced with
a turkey neck, I decided to tell my story. Women of the
world wake up and smell the coffee! Those 'plastic' surgeons
are using REAL replacement body parts - stolen from you and
me! The next time someone you know has something 'lifted',
Look again - was it lifted from you? 

P. S. Last year I thought someone had stolen my boobs. I was
lying in bed and they were gone! But when I jumped out of
bed, I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in
my armpits as I slept. Now I keep them hidden in my
waistband.

P.P.S.   Those same thieves just came into my closet and shrank my clothes!
How do they do that?



Men also have their share of issues after a certain age! (H/T to GJ)