Category: Holidays

Happy Thanksgiving

“When I was 5 years old, my mom always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy.’ They told me I didn’t understand the assignment and I told them they didn’t understand life.”

Quoted from here. It’s one of my favorites, especially on a modern-day rarity when family and friends get together to share their blessings and to reminisce about what was and what could have been, and then, to discuss what might be. Keep your children happy always, but never depend on someone else to teach them. –Bunk

Great Halloween Costume

The only thing missing is a cliff. [Found here.]

11th Hour of the 11th Day of the 11th Month 1918

Día de los Muertos

The fascination of the Mexican people with death goes way back to the time of the Aztecs. For the Aztecs, death signified not an end but a stage in a constant cycle. Worship of death involved worship of life, while the skull, the symbol of death, was a promise of resurrection.

[Found here.]

Waiting For Sundown…

It’s just biding its time. Happy Halloween.

Halloween For The Easily Amused

SpiderPug

[Found here, here, here and here.]

Halloween Candy Trading Tutorial

Last day to memorize the strategy. Good luck.

[Found here.]

Earache My Eye

Bududuh, Bududuh, Bump-Buh-Duh.

[Found here.]

We’re Voting For Obama Because He Says Mitt Romney Wants To Eat Our Grand Children

That’s not a photoshop. That’s an awesome Halloween costume.

[Found here.]

On The Other Hand

13 August is “Left Handers’ Day,” and since Friday the 13th comes on a Monday this month, it means a whole week of bad luck – but only for those of the dextral persuasion.

My first inkling that things were not equal, at least handed-wise, was with the q-shaped school desks. Occasionally there was a single p-shaped desk per classroom, but that was a rarity, so us lefties adapted without complaint.

Later on it was penmanship, where part of the grade dismissed content and replaced it with “neatness.”  To further embarrass us non-dextralites, they made us put little green plastic thingys on our pencils and pens as if we didn’t now how to grasp them properly. As late as 4th grade, Mrs. Mikulski grabbed and twisted my hand because I was “hooking” in order to write in cursive with the proper slant.

And all this happened in Public School. Continue reading “On The Other Hand”