You know, when you’re faced with the distinct possibility that the only way you are ever going to get out of a situation is in a “flight for life” helicopter, maybe a bit of the grape is all you can hope for.  Let the Baptists come over to the “other side” and bask in the warmth of sweet Morpheus…

Hey, don’t judge me just yet.  I’m Catholic and know all about the power of prayer laced with a big ol’ glass of wine.

Thanks again Jeanne Robertson for putting our lives in order.

When is a stereotype not a stereotype? When it keeps playing the same old tune, over and over and over again, proving the song’s lyrics are right. I have many friends of many different religious persuasions and if you put us all in the same whitewater rafting boat, I’ll bet we all come to the same conclusion – 1 part prayer, 2 parts liquor.

p.s. Check out all the fun at JeanneRobertson.com and I guarantee you’ll find lots to laugh at,  and admire, too.

Happy Father’s Day everyone!  I hope you get to spend time today with the man or men in your life.  I’m sure my Hubby and Son-In-Law will want to be fed… in our house all celebrations revolve around food.

I lost my Dad over twenty years ago.  He was a hard worker all his life – from lumber camps, to WWII, to the paper mill, and plenty of odd jobs in between.  But the hardest job he probably ever had was being the father of eleven kids.  We weren’t an easy bunch and he wasn’t what you would call a patient man.  I didn’t know any Dads back then that were.

Fathers are cut out of a different mold now.  They’re all involved with their kids, they help with homework, cook, clean, chauffeur, and do all sorts of things that Dads didn’t used to do.  That’s nice.

But, I still have fond memories early on of Dad coming home from work, taking off his “work boots,” and sitting in his chair waiting for dinner.  Yeah, he should have been in the kitchen helping cook dinner, but that’s not the way it was in most households back then.  We knew the routine and it was fine, even comforting.

As I said, my Dad wasn’t what you’d call a patient man.  He didn’t have a lot to say.  He had work to do.  But, there were moments when he remembered how to play and was even silly.  Those are the moments I remember today.

Happy Fathers Day, Dad.

Anyway, I just wanted to share a little personal story.

Now, I want to share a little laugh courtesy of Jeanne Robertson.  Take a minute to watch this short video;  a warning really to listen carefully the next time a special blessing is bestowed upon you.

Jeanne Robertson and her wonderful husband (who she refers to lovingly as “Left Brain”) explore the pros and cons of a naked bungee jumping opportunity.  Enjoy!

Would you and your “Left Brain” husband consider this?

So, as a passenger on occasion, I can appreciate what this poor flight attendant was dealing with.  I’ve sat next to my share of complainers on flights.  Yeah, it’s uncomfortable, and yeah, you’d like a pillow, but come on… give it a rest.  You’re not at the Waldorf Astoria, ya know?

Check out this video and see what lengths a poor, harassed flight attendant has to go to in order to get her work done.

I have to agree with the flight attendant. Sometimes you’ve just got to look at the sublimely ridiculous and run with it. Thanks for the laughs again, Jeanne!

Jeanne Robertson, spokeswoman for a generation of women who find laughter heals the absurd truths of our lives, nails it once again.

Teenage daughters will always form facts to fit their desires, and mothers will always be anxious to shine the light, or at least shake their heads.

Let the sun shine in…

If you’re laughing through your tears, I’m sorry.  But, I have to say again that there is no way through and back out of this black-hole that doesn’t include laughter.  Mom, give your teenage daughter a hug today, whether she likes it or not.

This is the perfect example of someone who is going to help you succeed. Do you have a Toni in your life?

Thanks to Susanne at Hillbilly Housewife for the laughs this morning.