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It’s called a Shout Out

I was talking to a blogging friend the other day. I won’t mention her name, but it is someone who is linked on my blog. You’ll have to guess who. This certain friend can be rather crafty, and, yes, that is a hint. Although, it seems that I have added a lot of crafty Mormon women lately. So, hint #2 is that this friend is not just really crafty but was one of the original links on my blogs…that narrows it down quite a bit.

“This friend” has already given me permission to not mention her here because she knows me well enought to know that this entry could be potentially offensive. And, because I am not crafty, I am fully aware that my role in this blogging society has its certain place. So, I’ve got to keep earning my place as the blogger who is willing to say just about anything, and hopes that she can be funny at least 25% of the time. As you all know, I am not afraid to say too many things. (Even though I have recently made a goal to say less offensive things – and it is Jan 18th, so it’s time to break the resolution – heck, I ate more than 2,000 calories in one day on Jan 3rd – I’ve lasted long enough)

So, my friend and I were on the phone, discussing my recent blog blah blag entry. This discussion led us to venting about our blogging pet peeves. Now, there is much to be found in reference to blogging etiquette. I have purposefully ignored all of these musings. If I don’t read it, I don’t have to abide by it, right? It is easier to ask for forgiveness than permission, right? (Every Mormon knows this saying)

But, whatever your blogging philosophy, you should be made aware (as a reader of my blog) that my friend and I adamantly agree that a “shout out” should be given whenever it is deserved. What is a shout out, you ask? It’s a link, gosh dang it!!! If you quote someones blog, you had better give them credit. If you get an idea from someones blog, give them a little credit. And for heaven’s sake, if you get a crafty idea (especially an original one), you had better give the crafter and/or author some credit.

My friend got me all fired up about this, can you tell? I normally don’t need credit for my stuff (probably because my stuff never gets mentioned), but when a friend of mine, has her own very fine crafty idea and another person just puts it on her own blog and acts like it was her own, WATCH OUT! Watchdog Alice has come out in full force.

My husband tells me repeatedly to try not and offend my readers, and so I won’t mention any details about if and when this has happened to me before (how is that for learning tact), but I will tell you that it has happened. So, bloggy readers beware, “I’m watching you.”

We all blog because we love to throw ideas around, but c’mon, blog etiquette or not, it’s common decencyto give credit where it is deserved! If you take something from someone, just mention it, it’s not that hard to do. It’s just a copy, paste, and a link button away. It’s called unofficial intellectual property, so just give the blogger a link, will ya? That’s all I ask: just a simple link, a “shout out”, or whatever your prefer to call it.

Leave it to Beaver

The other day, on the radio, I heard someone reference Leave it to Beaver. I thought, “That show is something I haven’t thought about for a while.”
This morning, I check my blog and realize that I have a comment from somebody new…how exciting. I love making blogging friends. I was astounded by her link to: an apron making contest. These aprons are popping up everywhere. Are we really going back to wanting to be like June Cleaver? This could be a good world, where all the women are dolled up making dinner for their perfect little families. I am just a little worried that I may not fit in?
I did buy this apron at Christmastime, does that count for anything?

Oh, and I got myself a sewing maching for Christmas too…I just am still trying to figure out how to use it…maybe an apron should be my first project, so that I could actually finish it before the trend is over?

Blogging Award

Rita awarded me today with a “made her day” blogging award. How exciting!! It’s my first blogging award. (which now that I am famous, I am sure will be followed by many others) I am thrilled.

The only let down is that there was no cute little button to add to my blog. You’ll have to read my comment on Rita’s blog for my true feelings. I want that button Rita. For now, I am posting this scrapbook page of Rita’s to act as my “made my day” button. I think this will work just grand.
Rita, don’t worry about creating me another button. I got it under control. (Is it kosher in the blogging world that I just made my own?) Heck, we all know, anything goes in the blogging world. That is the beauty of it. Make sure you scroll down to the left and check out my permanent button. 🙂

Bella The Beautiful


Isn’t she just gorgeous? I always feel so badly for people who have children that just aren’t that cute. I know that sounds so superficial, but really, there are some kids out there that I hope and pray will grow into themselves.

I often wonder if people know whether or not their kids are “attractiveness challenged”. I think that all parents must feel that their kids are as beautiful mine, but I am here to be the one bold enough to speak the truth: they’re not. Wow, that makes me sound like a horrible and shallow person. I truly do love all children, but mine are all just beautiful. I can’t help but brag.

So, here is a little story from tonight. Nothing too exciting, but kind of funny. Bella somehow managed to take a good chunk out of Sophia’s leg with a #2 pencil. Phia was wailing in pain and Bella just kind of disappeared. Sometimes our girls have issues working through their emotions. (they get it from their dad – the working through part – they get their emotions from their mom) So, although we have blessed them with very good looks, we have simultaneously blessed them with other challenges. They have to stay humble somehow

I went back and tried talking to Bella. She doesn’t want to talk and starts crying into her pillow. I pull her up and hold her so that she has to look at me. I say, “Bella, let’s talk about this, I don’t want you to be sad. Why are you crying? Do you not want to apologize to Sophia? Sophia is crying because you hurt her. You need to go and apologize, even if it was an accident.”

Bella cries harder. I suddenly got the horrible thought. “Maybe she did this on purpose and now she is overreacting because she feels bad.” I say, “Bella, even if you did it on purpose, it’s o.k., you just need to go apologize.” Bella starts crying harder. I then feel like my assumption was correct. I ask, “Bella, did you do it on purpose? Bella, why are you crying?”

Bella then hollers, “I’m crying because I don’t appreciate it that you think I hurt Sophia on purpose.”

So, maybe I was wrong. Maybe my children aren’t so bad at working out their emotions. Maybe my children are not challenged in any way after all. Maybe they are just beautiful, and somewhat emotionally stable, and eloquent communicators too. I guess they will have only one weakness to work on. My brother used to have this poster hanging in his room. Maybe my kids can adopt it for their new mottto: “It wouldn’t be so hard to humble, if I wasn’t so darn perfect.”

Were Mormons Made for American Idol?

I can’t put the music in the title, but I wish I could. I just get so giddy hearing the themesong!!! It’s that time of year again. I hope this show will live on forever…It’s not only totally entertaining, but fun for the whole family.

Do you know what my favorite part is, besides the bad singers….trying to figure out which contestants are Mormons? Tonight, on the season premiere, there was this married nanny who just sounded like every other Molly Mormon mother I know….”Oh, these kids are my best friends.” And, she has never drank, smoked, or watched a Rated R movie, and neither has her husband. She is originally from Mesa, AZ, but now lives in CA and was dressed totally modestly….She is a Mormon for SURE!!!!

Growing up in California, the cool kids were in choir. A lot of those kids were Mormon. Of course, we are known for our Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Mormons can sing. It is part of our culture.

And American Idol has been invaded by that culture. From Carmen Rasmussen to Jon Peter Lewis, we are having a good representation. Now, if we could just win! Maybe 2008 will be our year. If my assumptions are correct, we could have a Mormon married nanny win American Idol and if my assumptions are incorrect (which I hope that they are) we could have a Mormon Mitt Romney as The President of The United States.

No matter what, I will be enjoying American Idol more than the presidential campaigns (even if that makes me a little ignorant)

To my readers from Kentucky

So, I am finally famous. Somewhere in my own little world, I am celebrating. I would love to be a famous writer, but I know that I need a lot of help with my writing skills before that will ever happen. (Practice is one of the reasons for this blog – it is a great way to force myself to write)

So, why am I famous you ask? I have told myself if my reader’s ever get five deep, then I will be on my way. Well, what do you know…that happened just this morning. Here is the chainlink: I told Missy about my blog, who told Erika, who told Renee, and then an old friend Kristen found me from Renee’s blog this morning….so, I guess that I am not famous. (oh how fast the glory was ripped from my clenched fist) This is only four deep. (Math is not my expertise) And, I guess to be fair, I already knew Kristen and so she may not count. But, it is sure exciting to feel loved!!!

Well, to honor the moment, I thought I would give Renee and Kristen, some Kentucky humor. Kristen said that they were friends in Kentucky. You can tell that Kristen is a Kentucky transplant because she says that we Tennesseeans are more Southern than Kentuckians. I guess she doesn’t know that Kentucky has more of a reputation for being backwards.

So, here is Kentucky humor from my father-in-law. Brought to all of you in honor of my blog almost being famous in the small State of Kentucky! (Hey, I’ll take what I can get)

Pikeville Kentucky Commandments

Some people in Kentucky have trouble with all those “shalls” and “shall
nots” in the Ten commandments. Folks just aren’t used to talking in those
terms. So, some folks in eastern KY got together and translated the “King
James” into ” Pike County ” language…. No joke, read on…
The
Hillbilly’s Ten Commandments(posted on the wall at the City Hall in Pikeville
KY.)

(1) Just one God
(2) Honor yer Ma & Pa
(3) No tellin’ tales or gossipin’
(4) Git yourself to Sunday meetin’
(5) Put nothin’ before God
(6) No foolin’ around with another fellow’s gal
(7) No killin’
(8) Watch yer mouth
(9) Don’t take what ain’t yers
(10) Don’t be hankerin’ for yer buddy’s stuff

Y’all have a nice day.

Mitt Romney

I am not sure how many of the people who read my blog are actually political. (I know I try not to be; I loathe politicians, or anyone who acts like a politician – the 2nd of the two being the worst – at least politicians have a good reason to be so superficial) Because I try not to get too involved, my heart is not set on Mitt Romney for President, but I do think it would be great to have a Mormon for President (if he wasn’t a politician)

Well, I got an interesting e-mail yesterday that I thought was worth sharing. It starts out like this: (All the words from the e-mail will be italicized and I am unsure who to give the credit to)

If Mitt Romney became President of the US, won’t we have something we’ve never had before — a president who goes to a specific church?

Let me explain for my non-Mormon friends. In the Mormon church, you don’t get a choice of which congregation you go to, it is always preassigned by geographical area.

All other presidents belonged to religions that didn’t have tight congregational boundaries. Now, think about that: What Ward would the Romney’s be in?

Again for my Non-Mormon friends. Every Mormon congregation is called a ward and every ward is presided over by a Bishop. We believe a Bishop is called by God to serve for about 5 years. He can be any worthy male in the congregation (your dad, husband, best friend, car mechanic – the key being anyone – they can be totally smart, totally not smart, totally rich or totally poor, totally humble or totally prideful – but, in any case just a regular guy that you already know fairly well)

If you are Mitt’s new Bishop, here are your top questions:
1. Can you call Mitt and Ann as the Nursery leaders. (the people who work with the toddlers for two hours every week)… even if you really feel inspired?
2. Who is going to home teach them?
(every Mormon is assigned a male Priesthood holder to visit their house monthly – the purpose being that we all check on each other and teach the gospel to each other as well as provide anything needed) Will you call someone who needs activation (you are called inactive in the Mormon church if you don’t attend regularly and sometimes callings are given to inactives to help them come back out) but may not pass the vetting and national security screening?
3. If Harry Reid and Mitt Romney are in the same High Priest group, will you need to be there to keep order? (This is funny because the High Priests are usually the old guys who are tired and ornery)
4. Exactly how will tithing settlement work? Will the Secretary of the Treasury come too? (Again, Mormons, go and see their Bishop at the end of every year to declare to the Bishop if they have paid a full 10% tithe that year)
5. Will you be inviting the new Romney family to speak in Sacrament Meeting and if they go a little over at what point do you ask them to sit down? (Mormons don’t pay preachers, people chosen from the congregation speak every week, and sometimes they get a little lengthy)
6. Will the Secret Service do a sweep of the building before each meeting? And if the Romney’s always leave before Sunday school, will the Sunday school president need to interview them? If they stay, where will you hold the class? (Funny because it is always a trick to make sure there is enough room for all the Sunday School classes, especially one which the President would be attending)
7. Can you call the Secret Service agents to help out in Primary? (Primary is where the children go for two hours every week after the family attends the first hour together. Many people aren’t willing to work in the primary, even though the church’s unwritten philosophy is that you never turn down a calling from the Lord)
8. If you give Mitt a calling and the two Democrats in the Ward raise their hand AGAINST sustaining him – partly out of habit – does the Supreme Court need to be involved? (Whenever service callings are given, the whole congregation always has the opportunity to sustain or not sustain the individual by raising their hand)
9. If you can’t give them a calling (job), and they don’t attend very often (for presidential stuff) will that mean they’re ‘less-active?’ If they’re not active, can you give them a Temple Recommend? And if you do,can they go? Will the Secret Service have to screen the temple too? (Only active members are considered worthy to hold a temple recommend and attend the temple which we regard as The Sacred House of the Lord – (we are encouraged to go to the temple as often as possible) I add my question, do you think that Mitt could just hire all temple worthy Secret Service agents to make life easier for everyone, and if so, what kind of scrutiny would there be?) 10. If the President wants to hold Sacrament Meeting at Camp David or the White House for security reasons, is that a conflict of Church and State?

If you’re assigned to be the Romney’s home teacher:
1. Can you just drop by, no appointment?
(Funny because all Home Teachers have a reputation for not being so consistent)
2. Can you even call them for an appointment or do you have to go through the Chief of Staff?
3. Can you bring by Christmas sweets and cookies? Will they be analyzed? And for how many people – family, secret service details?
4. If you don’t come can the IRS do an audit on you?
5. Will they want to do a national security background check?
6. Do you have to have a permanent companion who has been vetted? Can you just grab any teacher or priest
(priesthood holders who are 14 or 16) to come with you? And what if that priest has been a little wayward? Do you need to search him first?
7. Do you have to help him move in and out of the White House? (funny because everyone calls their home teachers when they move, that is what they are for – to help when you are in need)

8. If Ann Romney gets sick, are you allowed to bring in meals or at least tell the Relief Society about it? (The Relief Society is the Woman’s Organization that has the reputation of always knowing how to help everyone in need)
9. What can you share with the Bishop about the Romney’s?
10. Do you have to ask them about their year’s supply?
(All Mormons have been encouraged by their church leaders for at least the past 50 years to have a year stockpile of food in case of emergency or famine)
11. If you get a late night call for a blessing will reporters follow you around wanting to know what was wrong and what you said? (All worthy male men in the church are given the Priesthood, where they can give blessings of comfort or healing by the laying on of hands – Men are encouraged to call their Home Teacher if they need a blessing)

If Mitt Romney is assigned to be YOUR home teacher:
1. Is telling the group leader you haven’t been home taught a national security breech?
(funny because it is a temptation for everyone when they report at the end of month to say they’ve gone even if they haven’t)
2. If he wants to come at the end of the month, do you accept his reason,”I’ve been out of town?”
3 Will he drop by unannounced or will the media crews give him away? Grin!

There is more to this thing than the non member public can conceivably understand!! I wonder if Mitt and Ann have even stopped to ponder the possibilities.

I hoped I helped the Non-Mormon public understand. It sure seems that I took all the laughs out of it. And, here is my last question. You always refer to your Bishop as Bishop (whatever their last name is). Like LeGrand would be Bishop Gold. This is a way we show respect.

If Mitt Romney were the President of the United States, could his Stake President call him to serve as a Bishop at the same time? If he is a Bishop, do you call him Bishop President or President Bishop?

Blog Blah Blah

What is your blogging philosophy? I had a conversation with my brother today who told me that I needed more pictures on my blog. I am purposefully not putting a picture here. I love being passive aggressive, or just aggressive. I am never passive, even though it is my goal every year of my life to learn to be passive.

My blogging philosophy is this….Do whatever you want with your own darn blog. That is why you have it. Blogging allows you to actually control something in your life all by yourself. My favorite blogs are the ones like mine, that actually have some commentary. The more personal the information the better (few people dare to live their life as an open book and people who do dare have my utmost respect – as long as they can actually talk about something besides themselves)

I like to read people’s opinions and love the internet for bringing them all to my very own house. I can get millions of opinions with a few clicks. How is that for someone who still has a market research bug somewhere deep down inside? I loved calling and bugging people for their personal information when I was telemarketer, but I am now the first one to hang up on them. I don’t need them, I have blogging now. And, I now get my high from the comment click. Woo hoo.

And while I am sharing my opinion, I am not a huge fan of blogs that have only one purpose…to chronicle and scrapbook one’s own family. C’mon give me some substance. Every Mormon family blog looks exactly the same. I don’t care how cute your kid is! Although I am giving my kudos to Meagan for at least admitting that her blog is what I don’t like. (I like it all the more now that you were willing to openly talk about it.) he he – Now I know that I just ticked some of my blogging friends off. Sorry. I do still read all of your blogs, or should I say, I do still look at each and every picture. But, if you would like some other comments from me besides “cute picture” then do something daring and give me some juicy stuff.

And, just for the record, here is the official definition of blog: a Web site that contains an online personal journal with reflections, comments, and often hyperlinks provided by the writer

I think you will be surprised at knowing that most blogs don’t fit the definition, including mine. I don’t really journal all of the details; I never link often enough, I talk too much, and evidently I don’t have enough pictures either. Oh well, I gave up a long time ago trying to please my brothers.

I like this blogger.com’s definition better:

A blog is a personal diary. A daily pulpit. A collaborative space. A political
soapbox. A breaking-news outlet. A collection of links. Your own private
thoughts. Memos to the world. Your blog is whatever you want it to be. There are
millions of them, in all shapes and sizes, and there are no real rules. In
simple terms, a blog is a web site, where you write stuff on an ongoing basis.
New stuff shows up at the top, so your visitors can read what’s new. Then they
comment on it or link to it or email you. Or not.

So, happy blogging everyone, even you family people!

Conversation Pieces

LeGrand has repeatedly warned me that blogging about “the bedroom” is off limits and so I hope the following two funny conversations don’t cross the limits. If you are the kind of person who is afraid that you may not want to read further, please stop here. I don’t want to embarrass you or me. If you are even just 1% like me then I am sure I just peaked your curiosity and I know you will have to keep reading, even if you don’t know if you want to. If that is the case, I don’t mind if I embarrass you a little, just don’t tell me if I’ve offended you. I offend so many people in my life, and I just don’t need one more. Consider yourself warned.

LeGrand and I have been trying to get pregnant for 8 months now with no luck. We’ve never really had to work at it before and so we have gotten a little worried. As we were talking for the two minutes that we actually saw each other last night, LeGrand felt it necessary to share with me the infomercial that he had heard on the radio. I vaguely remember, as I was half asleep, but the commercial mentioned that there is a link to an enlarged prostate and fertilization. So, my memory was jogged about another short conversation that had occurred that I meant to blog about: (for your reading pleasure, here it is)

So, we were at LeGrand’s parents for Christmas and an interesting conversation took place that I thought was worth sharing. LeGrand’s little brother Logan started commenting that he needed to go and relieve his bladder in the bathroom. This small statement blew up into a huge thing. Jordan, the middle brother, starts telling Logan that he shouldn’t hold it for so long. “It’s not healthy.” Logan then says, “Yeah, when I hold it too long it almost starts to hurt.” So, this conversation is going on and on and it is almost making me uncomfortable re-sharing it here. (At the time it didn’t seem to be such a big deal) During the whole conversation, where even Faye and I added a few suggestions, LeGrand, the oldest brother, was sitting across the room at his laptop, totally oblivious. All of the sudden, LeGrand looks up and loudly exclaims, “Oh yeah, well I have an enlarged prostate.” What in the world? If you aren’t already laughing, then you have to imagine the look on the face of my usually quiet and subdued husband. The look was as if to say, “So, top that, you wimpy bladder brothers!” LeGrand swears that he was trying to warn Logan that he may have the beginning of prostrate problems, but I think he was just bragging.

And another funny conversation that is totally not related yet is in a round about way. (has to do with male body parts – again stop reading now if you are easily offended) This is a conversation that happened between my brothers and sisters and I about a year and half ago. I have wanted to share it for a long time ago but have never felt appropriate. (I am going to now lose the two new readers that I gained this week, but hey, this blog is for me anyway and I like writing about funny things)

We were at my sister Sarah’s house. She lives in Lincoln, CA, and her house became the gathering place when my Grandma Dorothy died. The funeral was in close by Sacramento. All seven of us siblings were together for the first time in 6 years. So, where did the conversation head? – The natural place of course, what name were we each teaching our own children for the male body part. I have all daughters and so of course I wasn’t as involved here. My brothers, who all have sons were really getting animated. The following names were mentioned: Pe Pe, We We, Tinkles, Wa Wa, and on and on. Who knew there were so many choices? I had put my two cents in towards the beginning of the conversation, “We just teach the girls the correct scientific terminology like the parenting books tell us to….penis is the only word we use.” You should have heard the roars of disapproval from the peanut gallery. This is what really got the conversation going.

Seriously, I didn’t know when it would ever end. We were talking about his for about ten minutes, and the brothers started making up new names that would be good to use. I couldn’t stand it another minute. How could I possibly stop the conversation? Like a pro, if you ask me, “At our house we just call it King Kong.” (LeGrand is going to kill me because it really isn’t true) Yes, I really hope that you are laughing. But, if you are offended or not, I have to say that it’s o.k. because at the time, my plan worked like a charm. Everyone laughed so hard that we finally had a lull long enough in the conversation to change the subject.

Papa’s Puns

A comment left on my post from yesterday made me think that my father-in-law is secretly reading my blog. (I would be so honored) The anonymous comment was in regard to me working as a cashier at Target and said:”Some people hope for change; some people talk about change, but I’ve been working hard to make change since 2007!!!!!!”

Sure, anyone could have left this comment, but really, who left in this world has a pun in his pocket so readily? Duane does like to torture us all continually with his play on words, but it never really gets old. He may be getting old, but unlike him his humor will live forever. I don’t think that it would be possible to erase the practice of punnery from the Gold DNA. I am left to wonder where it all originated. I have been told that Grandpa Gold was a great humorist also.

So, I chose the picture of Duane above from behind. I am sure that he will be able to come up with something really good using the word behind. (He always does)

What is a pun exactly? It is just humor that is a play on words. Try to come up with some of your own, it is quite fun. I must warn you though, you may have to think really hard, I have been sitting here for the past 30 minutes and haven’t been able to come up with one. Thank goodness for the google search. It brought up this page from UT which left me wondering if punnery is a Southern thing. No wonder why all those Southern guys are funny.

In our family, Duane’s puns are numbered. Duane likes to pull out his little plays on words whenever his wit is up to the challenge, which unfortunately for us, is always. After ten years in the family, I have observed that Duane always awards himself with a little chuckle as to tell the intended listener that they had better acknowledge the humor also. I love this! And, I also love how the family tries to remember which number the pun is whenever Duane has succeeded at remembering. Really the jokes have never been assigned numbers for that would take all the pun out of it.

According to Erskine a pun is the lowest form of wit. Now, don’t be offended Duane, he also says it is “the foundation of all wit”. Freud also said that, puns are “the cheapest- can be made with the least trouble” (which Duane will find as a compliment I am sure because the Gold’s pride themselves on being thrifty.)

Leave it to Oscar Levant to astutely point out: “A pun is the lowest form of humor- if you didn’t think of it first.” I am making it my goal this year to memorize a few puns so that I can perpetuate the humor into my children. I would also love it if I could master the lowest and cheapeast form of wit – wit in any form, is good to me. It may be an accomplishment of a lifetime if I can ever think of just one good pun before good old Papa.

Here are some puns just for the reader’s delight: (these are all Duane typical)

1. I used to be twins. My mother has a picture of me when I was two.
2. I work as a baker because I knead dough.
3. A dog not only has a fur coat but also pants.
4. Today I’ve got a pressing engagement. I must go to the cleaners.
5. I recently spent money on detergent to unclog my kitchen sink. It was money down the drain.