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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.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Scribble and Scrambles - Joking! Seriously!

Janet's pirate jokes as appearing in the comments from the Dreg's Friday cheesy post cracked me up.

I'll reprint them below.

I'm not sure if she created these or borrowed them. But as a lover of pirate talk, I'm smitten.

Here they are. "What's a pirate's favorite kind of socks? Aaaarrrgyle! Ha ha ha ha... Or, What is a buccaneer? A might steep price for corn..."

So now I'm going to out myself.

This is the only official joke I have ever written.

What do you call a Jamaican phlebotomist? (okay, if you do not know this, a phlebotomist draws blood from patients)


Drum roll.

A Pokeymon



Kim said...



Cracking me up!!

Tell your daughter I know where she gets her sense of humor from!!

Thanks for the laugh...both of them!!


<---That Girl said...

*APPLAUSE* You get a standing - O from me - hee hee

What does a pirate pay to have his ears pierced?

Janet Rubin said...

Oh my. That's funny, Kelly:)