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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Friday, February 08, 2008

Scribble and Scrambles - Don't Tell These in an Airport

This is the cheesy reality of my life. My daughter made up these jokes and shared them with me last night. She grew hysterical as she spouted punchline after punchline and then decided she'd type them out so I could share with my friends.

Fearing the loss of my job over the potential outbreak of hilarity...I'm sharing them with you.

If you don't find them remotely amusing -- just imagine a breathless delivery with streaming tears and possibly nose byproducts, and a fleeing cat. If that doesn't coax a smile...she's 16. Now we're talking.

What do you get when you combine a bomb with cheese?

A cheetoh!

What do you get when you combine a bomb with mint?

A mento!

What do you get when you combine a bomb with cheese and tortilla chips?


What do you get when you combine a bomb with Sisterhood of the traveling pants?

Kostos! ( lena's boyfriend)

Have a hilarious, cheesy weekend.

1 comment:

Janet Rubin said...

A girl after my own heart. Tonight at youth group we had a pirates vs. ninjas party. Everyone had to dress up like a pirate or ninja. Anyway, I went around all night making teens listen to me telling jokes like: What's a pirate's favorite kind of socks? Aaaarrrgyle! Ha ha ha ha... Or, What is a buccanneer? A might steep price for corn...

Oh, the eye-rolls!