More Lexophilia Laughs


Now that I’ve found this new word, lexophilia, I’m insatiable as you can see:

How does Moses make tea? Hebrews it.

I changed my iPod’s name to Titanic. It’s syncing now.

A girl said she recognized me from the vegetarian club but I’d never met herbivore.

I did a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words.

What about the cross-eyed teacher who lost her job because she couldn’t control her pupils.

And then there’s the guy who got a job at a bakery because he kneaded dough.

And the man who dropped out of communism class because of lousy Marx.

Velcro – what a ripoff!

Broken pencils are pointless.

Don’t worry about old age; it doesn’t last.

That’s all for today, folks.

Happy Saturday

 

Life’s Angels


To follow up on last Wednesday’s blog, I found another angel song that touched me; and also another scripture about angels. I’m so happy to find my angels again. Happy Saturday.

Then I looked and heard the voice of many angels, numbering thousands upon thousands, and ten thousand times ten thousand. Revelation 5:11

What’s in a Breath?


One of the lessons I have learned in life is how to breathe in those anxious and painful times we all experience sooner or later.

This is what I have learned:

Sit quietly in a comfortable position

Place tongue behind top teeth and breathe in slowly through the nose to the count of seven.

Place tongue behind bottom teeth and breathe out slowly through pursed lips to the count of eight.

Repeat eight times.

I usually do this two or three times in one sitting, a few times a day, and at bed time.

What’s in a breath? Life.

What’s in a breathing exercise? A more relaxed life.

Happy Saturday.

 

Taken for Granted


There is a fresh blanket of snow covering the ground and deck at the back of my house. This in itself is not surprising in winter. What’s different this morning is that there is neither bird nor squirrel in sight. Usually I wake up to squirrels chasing each other all over the place and birds flocking to the feeder. But there is not a single sign of these creatures. The snow is eerily undisturbed and the air is remarkably still. I slowly realize that I am missing what I have always taken for granted. I wonder where they are. Happy Saturday.

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Is That True?


While getting my hair cut yesterday, a stylist asked a gentleman across the way what kind of hair cut he would like. He answered, “I’m easy; I’m sixty-six and there comes a time in life when you get to take a vacation from always caring what you look like.”

Is that true? Happy Saturday.

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