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This entry was posted on Monday, July 1st, 2019 at 4:34 pm and is filed under circus of life. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.
Certainly there are lots of things in life that money won’t buy, but have you ever tried to buy them without money?
—Ogden Nash
Employment applications always ask whom to call in case of an emergency. I always say ‘an ambulance.’
Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
My brother was born in 1933, and it never occurred to me, even though we grew up in those times of 33 45 & 78, which are in exactly the reverse order.
The 78’s came first and we had to wind up the player
I’m a young bloke I wasn’t born ’til 35
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I was born in ’54, but I remember the 78s, 45s, and 33s. I also remember fighting with my brothers over the one phonograph in the house because we all had such divergent tastes in music.
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SO GLAD I’m an only child; LOL!
I was born in ’59, and I also remember those three.
The phonograph I had (a little one that was in a suitcase, similar to the one in the picture) also played 16 rpm records. I had one or two of those, too, VERY old even at the time.
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No doubt that FABULOUSLY-creative soul who worked in retail got fired for taking too much initiative (“WHO TOLD YOU TO DO THAT?????”)
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I wouldn’t be surprised. Especially if their boss is like my first boss.
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
Don’t panic folks – Yes it IS Tuesday here in UK, but better late reblogging this, than never 😀
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😀 😀 😀
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Reblogged this on Musings on Life & Experience and commented:
Ah, ha, ha. I especially like the toad. 😀 — Suzanne
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Thanks Suzanne. ❤️
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I like the record one, but suspect youngsters might not get it.
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I like that one, too, and agree with you completely.
(WHO’S old?! Not me! LOLOL!)
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That one was for those of us born in the pre-digital age. Young whippersnappers can ask their grannies to explain it to them.
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I actually caught myself saying “When I was YOUR age” to my millennial stepdaughters! OY!
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Delightfully funny!
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Reblogged this on blogging807.
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Thanks Rae. 🙂
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[…] Monday Chuckles | Bluebird of Bitterness […]
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Thank you for the link. 🙂
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LUV the “majored in art” – TOTAL-ly exquisite, practical expression! I turned my art major into functional wire sculpture – as a dental lab tech, bending arch wires for orthodontic appliances, retainers, and space maintainers. Helped lots of folks, hopefully.
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This is one of the coolest things I’ve heard EVER! 😀
Good for you! I bet your appliances are the best!
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You fulfilled the art major’s calling, by making the world more beautiful.
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