I saw this bumper sticker today–maybe even on that car! 
No matter your political persuasion, that’s clever.
So is this:
Category Archives: humor
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Friday night I drove up the ridge coming back from our grocery shopping expedition when at one of the intersections toward home I suddenly hit the brakes. Sauntering across the road, calm as can be, with nary a thought in her head about the Econoline E-350 van right in front of her was a large black hen.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. The random flock of wild turkeys are a commonplace sight up here, but this hen? I hadn’t seen a chicken anywhere near our subdivision! And all sorts of thoughts were going through my head as I waited for her to finish crossing the road.
- It’s the chicken crossing the road joke!
- I can’t move the van–she’s not stopping.
- I don’t want to hit this thing–she’s someone’s pet!
- **Visualize hitting Sunday dinner with a van** Unpleasant.
- Please God don’t let some teenager come screaming up the hill and rear end us over a chicken.
- HURRY UP you stupid hen.
- If I honk will she move faster or will she go spastic and then…oh…no…
He looked something like this.
Coming out of the same woods, looking much more skittish and frightened was her rooster. He, however, was having none of the crossing the road business, to my relief. Turning my attention back to the hen, I saw she had safely passed my van and as the rooster was still pacing along the edge of the road, I went ahead and made my turn. Glancing at the hen as I did so, I noticed that once she reached the safety of the road embankment, she turned.
Yes, she turned, and looked back at the rooster, and for all practical purposes it looked as if she had settled down and was waiting for him to make up his mind and just cross the blasted road!
I did check for feathers on the roadside when I went out again on Saturday and fortunately did not see any. Hopefully those two returned safely to the coop from their adventures, because on that part of the road there are those who, well, probably wouldn’t have minded a free chicken dinner….
The Caped Crusader
This weekend during our errands we happened to stop a bit outside a party supply store for a few moments and this fellow was in one of the windows.
Later, both Rascal and Dino came to me at different times with the same unanswerable question:
“Mommy, why does Batman wear his blue underwear outside his pants?”
Anyone who knows….
Haus Meister found this on Craigslist:
“[Kayak for sale, in reasonably good condition] except i layed it against a heater and a 4inch hole got melted in it but it can be repaired! … worth more then im asking anyone who knows kayaks knows that.”
(asking $50)
But all the same, it isn’t a good thing for a boat to have a hole in it. Anyone who knows boats knows that. I probably would have at least tacked an “or best offer” onto the end of the price.
It still doesn’t beat my absolute favorite Craigslist listing, either. 
Today’s Random LEGO find….
He has a story to tell. I’m just not sure what it is yet.
Meanwhile, the kids found this today. We’ve seen it about 17 times (and let’s just not try to count how many times we’ve seen the other four LEGO City movies)
Would you trust this “farmer”?
I wouldn’t.
***Update***
Since posting this last night, this guy keeps showing up in different rooms. It’s starting to remind me of that old clown commercial:
usual caveat: I only endorse the video I post, and not the possibly related links unless otherwise noted.
Sports? What Sports?
This afternoon Grandpa and Grandma sent the boys a picture of the Childrens Museum of Indianapolis’ dinosaurs with their “Super Scarves” on in celebration of Super Bowl XLVI. They were able to see (and appreciate the humor in) the following conversation thanks to the wonders of Skype.
DINOSAUR: It’s the dinysaur cracked out of the building at the new-zee-um Grandma takes us to!
ME: And see look boys, they’re wearing blue and white scarves because those are the colors in the Indianapolis football team. Today, in Grandpa & Grandma’s big city, the biggest football game in the season is going to be played!
RASCAL: Why?
ME: Um, because it is.
DINOSAUR: Oh yeah, we’re going to play BASEBALL in Grandma’s Big City!
Ok, so Sports comprehension isn’t the greatest around here. We’d better brush up quite a bit before the Olympics.
When Tolkien meets knitting (or in other words, I’m a total geek)
Last night, around this time as a matter of fact, I was rocking Miss Munchkin and trying to find something to do–why, browse crafting blogs of course! So I thought of a few I hadn’t visited in a while, sipped my cocoa and ruined for myself the first new project I came across. I took one look at this and thought:
LEMBAS BLANKET!
Seriously, that baby in there is adorable and while I do love babies and that green yarn and leaves for that matter, the lembas bread association is just too much. I might have to forego this project as a blanket, but might do it if I want to knit a huge leaf.
For those unacquainted with The Fellowship of the Ring, lembas is the Elvish waybread that they made to sustain them on long travels and they wrapped them in a leaf because Elves do that sort of thing….
See?
Ok. now that I’ve proven my weirdness to all and sundry, as a penance for poking fun at a highly respectable knitting site (to whom I am much indebted for Sunshine’s hay bales) I promise to make something pretty with their yarn before the year is out. Probably this yarn, and probably for Princess. It has her name all over it.
Pippin the Penguin Pup
One day Dinosaur was sitting next to the corgyn* giggling. When he saw me looking he pointed to Pippin, who was laying as pictured:
“Aww Mommy,” he giggles, “Pippin is a penguin.”
I had to laugh, too. Dinosaur had something there.
And then there’s the time that Pippin was napping as seen above, but with his hind legs crossed. I burst out laughing because he reminded me of a roaster chicken with its legs tied up. Poor Pippin. This is not helping us change my Dad’s opinion that the dogs are genetic anomalies.
* (corgyn is the old-fashioned plural for corgi, according to the late Tasha Tudor.)
Because…
Because there was this World Cup thing going on…is it still going on?… I’m really not in the Sports Loop…
and mainly because I mentioned this to some friends and they actually hadn’t seen it yet….
and because I was killing time waiting for some pickles to process in my canner that I’m not sure I pickled correctly…
and because things are spiralling out of control for me right now–mainly in reference to the carpet in the basement that is still wet, contractors that haven’t called, and now the very air feels and smells damp….
and because I am going to write a serious post later about someone special….
I need a laugh right now.
So, because this makes me laugh,
I give you: The Fellowship of the Vuvuzela.
Again, my caveat against any “related videos.” I only viewed this one.
