Wordless Wednesday-Palo Duro Canyon

Fun Monday - Say What?

This week's hostess is Nikki. Nikki would like to hear, in our own words, our own words. She also would like to hear our green beer/St. Patrick's Day stories.

The first part is easy for me. The title of my blog, Myanderings, is one of my own words. It means "the meanderings of my mind".

Another word used in our family was coined by my daughter when she was just a wee thing learning to play poker at her Grandmother's knee. Juls used to get all of her cards and then go behind the sofa where no one could see her to "suitagorize" her cards.

Another word, this one in use since I was a child at least is "noodle knot". If you are not familiar with noodle knots, they look like this:

Some people call them pony tail holders.

As for the non-words? My oldest sister, at one Thanksgiving dinner with my alcoholic dad, started this one. Dad was starting in, again, and my sister just said, "Anyone who has already heard this, raise your right hand." So, if you are any where with any of us and the right hand hits the sky, we've already heard it, probably more than once.

I have no St. Paddy's Day drunk tales, although my husband and I had our first date 2 days after St. Paddy's. That would be St. Joseph's feast day, though.

Happy St. Paddy's a day early

Christ shield me this day:

Christ with me,

Christ before me,

Christ behind me,

Christ in me,

Christ beneath me,

Christ above me,

Christ on my right,

Christ on my left,

Christ when I lie down,

Christ when I arise,

Christ in the heart of every person

who thinks of me,

Christ in the eye that sees me,

Christ in the ear that hears me.”

— “The Breastplate of St. Patrick

Ed Zachary

Ed Zachary


A woman was very distraught at the fact that she had not had a date or any sex in quite some time. She was afraid she might have something wrong with her, so she decided to seek the medical expertise of a sex therapist. Her doctor recommended that she see the well known Chinese sex therapist Dr. Chang. So she went to see him. Upon entering the examination room Dr. Chang said 'OK take off all your crose. ' The woman did a s she was told. 'Now get down and craw reery, reery fass to odderside of room.' Again the woman did as she was instructed. Dr. Chang then said 'OK, now craw reery, reery fass back to me.' So she did. Dr.Chang shook his head slowly and said 'Your probrem vewy bad. You haf Ed Zachary diease. Worse case I ever see. Dat why you not haf sex or dates.' Worried the woman asked anxiously 'Oh my God Dr.Chang what is Ed Zachary Disease ?' Dr. Chang sighed deeply and replied 'Ed Zachary Disease is when your face look Ed Zachary like your ass.'


My granddaughter-in-law sent me this joke in an email. It made me laugh out loud for more than one reason.


A. It's a funny joke.


B. Julie and I heard it so many years ago that this, the boy doll, of course, was
renamed "Ed Zachary". Made lil man's momma and me laugh every time he said it!

Thing that made me smile this week

My official hire date for the (insert huge international store name here) in my hometown was March 5. I was hired as a part time employee but at a salary only a little less than I had been making before.

On March 13, I was called into personnel and asked if I would like to go to full time. Hurray! More hours and great benefits. My life is good.

The kicker? On the way out that evening, one of the greeters was talking to me. She wanted to know what department I was working in, etc. I told her and she said, "Oh, you're the young white girl they hired."

That's me. 54 years old and I am the "young white girl". I love my life this week.

Oh, and I am getting used to standing on concrete for long periods of time. Lil man only asked me once this week if he needed to hold the door while I crawled up the stairs...lol.

Update:

I'm not sure how I forgot this but my week started off smiling when Alison gave me this. She always makes me smile, too!

Thankful Thursday - my child

This post is for my daughter. I am thankful for her with every breath that I take and every beat of my heart.

When Julie was a little girl, she used to talk to Jesus in the backyard of our house. In case any of you were wondering, He has green eyes. I could not see Him, nor could her older sister. Julie could see Him, and talk to Him and with Him. She has since fallen away from religion but He is still with her, although she no longer sees him.

Her son, my lil man, loves Jesus more than any child I have ever known. He has an insatiable desire for knowledge about Jesus and a relationship with Jesus that should be the envy of us all (if envy were not one of the seven deadly sins). He has a hunger for the Eucharist that is tangible.

Tonight, the three of us were on the way home from CFC lessons. Julie, who is my assistant teaching the 5th graders, had very sternly reprimanded one of our students for being disrespectful to me during tonight's class. We were discussing this in the car and Julie made sure that lil man understood that not only do the teachers need to be respected but so does God. If you are learning about God, you should show respect to God.

Julie and I have, due to a very long separation during her child and adulthood, a very unique relationship. I am her mother. She is my daughter. We are friends - sarcastic, witchy, irreverent friends. She made sure to tell lil man that her relationship with Jesus is much like her relationship with me. She loves Him and knows that He loves her. She is not always as respectful as she might be.

This brought me to tears because I am a crier. I cry at the drop of a hat. The streetlight reflected off of my check, highlighting a tear path. She poked me and told me that I needed hormones. I told her no because they would kill me. She told me I needed BRD.

BRD? Bovine Respiratory Distress? She called me a cow?!?!?!

She laughed, I laughed, lil man laughed and she amended it to HRT. Still not happening, but at least now I am human.

I am thankful for Julie.

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