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Zip Bong

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This is Cody, our crazy-in-love-with-water, aging Yellow Lab.

My DIL taught us a new game: Zip Bong.
It’s a variation of Make You Laugh/Smile games.
You don’t need to be camping to play.

Form an “old man” mouth,
by covering both sets of teeth with your lips.

The goal is to get someone to laugh, to show their teeth.

The first player says “Zip!” in an upward glissando,
with the lips over the teeth.  It comes out sounding like a whistle.
[I don’t care if you are in public, you must try this out loud. Now.]
Go around the circle, each one saying, “Zip!”
until someone says, “Bong” full of nasal resonance.

The order reverses; the previous zipper zips again
until someone else says bong. 
One can never say bong two times in a roll.

It sound sophomoric, but we sure laughed hard.
You have to look at each other.
It’s the old man lips.
Your mouth gets tired, if you keep from laughing.

If Zip-Bong doesn’t float your boat, try this.

Too Funny For Words

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I’m back from our church’s Family Camp, another weekend jammed packed with good things.  A group of moms sat together “talking shop” and the issue of modesty came up.  One mom argued that young girls “just don’t know what they are doing when they dress with tops too low and shorts too high.”  Another disagreed and thought girls know exactly what they are doing and want to provoke a response. 

The question was posed: “Did you dress modestly when you were young?”  I will jump right in and admit that when I look back at some photos I shudder and wonder a) what I was thinking and b) why someone didn’t say something. 

This picture from 1979, for example.  The only reason I would voluntarily post a picture of me (or Curt) wearing shorts this short is because it is so stomach-clutching funny!  Matching shorts (guffaw), my husband’s tucked in shirt (snort), the white piping (giggle), and the pulled up socks (snicker).  Funny peculiar and funny ha-ha. Nerds of the Year award.  My brother-in-law has always had better taste in clothes than both of us combined, as evidenced in this picture.  Ay-yi-yi!!

Do you ever look back and wince?  Laugh?  Cry?  *grin*

Do ya want to have fun tonight?

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Here’s what you need:

and……………….

(Just the socks, hehe, and many of them).  Here’s what you do:

1.  Make the socks compact like a tennis ball.  You can fold them and slip the elastic part over the rest or tie longer socks into knots several times. 

2.  Turn the fan on high speed.

3.  Throw the socks into the fan.  It will catch them and “bat” them all over.  Sometimes the fan will miss the socks like a batter swinging and missing.  The trajectory of the socks is unpredictable and that’s part of the fun.  You can “pitch” one sock at a time or grab several and throw them at once.  There are no rules and therefore no umpires.

Our family has delighted in this silliness for many years.  It’s only fun with a group of people.  We grab piles of clean socks, work them into balls and start throwing.  It’s certainly a unique way to dust in those hard to reach corners. 

Our fan doesn’t have a light and we don’t have vaulted ceilings, two factors that might change the dynamics.  Please don’t ask me how this tradition got started.  It must come from having boys and loving baseball.

I have a funny picture in my mind: my husband and I bent over, infirmed, arthritic, trying to muster the strength to lob a sock high enough from our rocking chairs to hit the fan, commenting in a slow, shaky voice, “look at that one go, Gertrude!”

A Moment In Time

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After midnight tonight it will be Wednesday.  After 1:00 a.m., two minutes and three seconds afterwards, it will be:

01:02:03 04/05/06
That won’t happen again for a thousand years.  Thanks to Curt’s cousin Carol for sharing that TBOI (tasty bit of information) with us.

Are you going to stay up and watch the clock?  =)

Too Much Fun

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It’s our favorite week of the year: my brother and his wife are visiting.  It’s a week long feast,  a cornucopia of conversation, a festival of friendship.  Mornings begin with my brother the barrista making lattes for all with an espresso machine that is stored at our house and used just this week.  It’s the only time of the year that I drink coffee!   Blessings heap onto more blessings until they topple over in an untameable fashion.  The music from the garage wafts into the house as the best tenor in the world exercises his voice.  My sweet Valeri, the best organizer in the world,  gives free consultations on kitchen clutter, home decorating, cooking gadgets, medical questions, etc.

One of our favorite shared activities is cooking together and putting on meals for family and friends.  Yesterday we cooked a Bolognese sauce that simmered on the stove all day.  We used it for lasagne, added fresh from the oven foccacia, tender green beans, and the most gorgeous green salad you’ve ever tasted.  The long table was set with linens, the wine poured.  Curt gave thanks, and then we enjoyed four hours of laughter, memories, shared experiences, family stories, photos from recent trips, and time together. 

My firstborn son got the loudest laughs of the night.  We were recounting a trip we made to SF when the boys were under 10.  Dan and Val pulled out all the stops and made us gourmet meal after gourmet meal.  Our boys were starving.  The foreign food was not agreeable to their palate.  They were so excited when pizza was the meal that night.  To their chagrin only one pizza was “normal”.  And everyone scarfed it up. The rest were carmelized onions and gorgonzola cheese, smoked salmon and gouda, pizzas the adults savored and the kids detested.  Chris is building the story up to the climax.  “And then,” he adds, “they served us Placenta!”  We howled as he backtracked and searched the for word he intended……uh, polenta.