Thursday, February 01, 2007

A short blog tonight to just make you laugh!

This is beautiful Mt. Washington, and nestled down below is Berlin , NH where I was born. Wednesday was a good day for a few reasons, three of which I can't share. But I can share a very funny piece that I think all of you who love children, work with children, or just center your life around children will really enjoy.


Did you hear about the Texas teacher who was helping one of her kindergarten students put on his cowboy boots? He asked for help and she could see why. Even with her pulling and him pushing, the little boots still didn't want to go on. By the time they got the second boot on. She had worked up a sweat. She almost cried when the little boy said, "Teacher ,they're on the wrong feet." She looked, and sure enough, they were. It wasn't any easier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on. She managed to keep her cool as together they worked to get the boots back on, this time on the right feet. He then announced, "These aren't my boots." She bit her tongue rather than get right in his face and scream, "Why didn't you say so?", like she wanted to. Once again, she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots o ff his little feet. No sooner had they gotten the boots off when he said, "They're my brother's boots. My Mom made me wear 'em." Now she didn't know if she should laugh or cry. But, she mustered up what grace and courage she had left to wrestle the boots on his feet again. Helping him into his coat, she asked, "Now, where are your mittens?" He said, "I stuffed 'em in the toes of my boots."

She will be eligible for parole in three years
I thank the men's group for coming over last night and sharing your time with me again. It's always a real pleasure and very uplifting to me. Tomorrow I will have my regularly scheduled errand running, mall walking and lunch with my dear friend Jim. From your friendships, I am truly blessed. you are loved.

1 Comments:

At 8:40 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks for doing my dishes! Did you clean the stove too? or was that mom? Sorry about the smell..:0) Story was hilarious, I loved it. The funeral was really hard for me, not because of Bill's uncle. He was a lot like you: boy scout master, in the Airforce, and people's eulogies were filled with how much he loved to tell stories and jokes. Sounds like someone I know very well. It was hard to be there hearing that; it put things into a clear reality for me. I LOVE YOU! And I am glad you are around.

 

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