“Are you reading or may I sit here?”If you love to read and have a cat, you get this. Make room on your lap so you can both read the book. Or put the book down and pet the cat, your choice.Wise words shared with willing studentsLearn to read at a young age, you’ll love books forever“Could you read this aloud? And do the voices?”“This book is fascinating!”“My paw as a bookmark. You’re welcome”“My next book will be a romance novel. This book is freaking me out”“What is that word? Catastrophe? Does it have something to do with cats? Or trophies? I’ll look it up.”“Here’s your reading glasses. I don’t need them.”“I don’t really need them but I look cool in your glasses”I’m just resting my eyes.
Independent research study performed by Spence’s Girl in January 2015.
I awoke this morning with a feeling of sadness. After 16 years, Jon Stewart will do his last Daily Show this evening. I don’t begrudge him retiring, don’t get me wrong. I retired last year and love it. He has certainly earned this time to rest, relax and enjoy his family.
But Spence and I and countless others will miss him terribly.
Jon Stewart has been the touchstone for our news and politics for years. What makes him so popular is his honest, candid, unfiltered and ultimately humorous take on events and politicos. What makes him a true gem is that he isn’t politically correct but shines a comic light on the most sensitive topics without being mean-spirited, causing us to reflect profoundly. He holds people accountable – politicians both domestic and international, corporate bigwigs, financial pundits and others who are in the news – and isn’t above calling them out. We don’t always agree with his perspective, but always respect that he makes us think. We never find him offensive, rather…. refreshing. He feels like a guy you’d like to have drinks with and hope it turns into dinner.
During his tenure on The Daily Show, numerous comedic talents were discovered, among them:
Steve Carell
Stephen Colbert
Rob Corddry
Ed Helms
Jason Jones
Rob Riggle
Samantha Bee
And though his career was established before The Daily Show, who can forget the outrageously bombastic Lewis Black and his Daily Show segments “Back in Black?”
Okay, now I’m getting teared up. (sigh)
Thank you Jon Stewart, for every moment you’ve given us. You are brilliant; we won’t know another like you.
I didn’t take this picture but I loved it. The sheer whimsy of it makes me smile. Living within an hour of the Ambassador and Blue Water bridges spanning to Canada, I’ve made many a trip there. Of course Ontario by proximity is our most frequent destination but I’ve also had the pleasure, on a six week road trip, of driving through the Canada Rockies. Absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. On that same trip, we went as far west as Kimberley in British Columbia
By nature I’m not confrontational. I like to think I’m friendly and sincere. But lately I’ve found that the words “have a nice day” are said out of habit and in a tone that sounds less than genuine, even sarcastic at times. Is it just me?
Not to rant, but aren’t there people we encounter that create such mayhem, animosity and general unhappiness instead of saying “have a nice day” you’d prefer to smile, nod and let karma do what karma does?
Wouldn’t it be great to live your life in a way that having the type of day you deserve would be it’s own reward?
I once worked in an office with two other women, my boss, and our secretary. The secretary was having her first child. We’d all worked together for years and were intimately involved with every detail of her pregnancy.
I came into work one morning only to see that Wendy wasn’t at her desk. I could see that Faye was bursting with the news.
“Wendy had her baby last night!”
It was all very exciting. Wendy had predicted that she’d have a short and easy delivery, I asked Faye “How’d it go?” I couldn’t have imagined her answer.
“Everything thing was great until she was sodomized,” Faye said rather calmly. I gasped.
“WHAT? WHEN????”
“At the hospital,” she replied nonplussed.
“Before or after the delivery?” I asked, the horrific image ricocheting in my head.
“Before”
“By who?”
“An orderly”
“Where was her husband?” I was distressed.
“He went out for a cigarette”.
I was clearly appalled and Faye, who was older than I and a mother went on to add “it’s very common”
It suddenly occurred to me that Faye often mixed up her words and her lack of concern for Wendy made me ask the next question.
“Faye, do you know what sodomy is?”
She replied patiently, “you know, when they have to make a cut”.
“Do you mean an episiotomy?”
I saw her look of confusion. Then her face fell as she said “oh no”.
“Have you told anyone else this story?” (I had to ask)
Chagrined, she admitted she’d just come from a manager’s meeting where she’d told everyone the same story.
“You might want to be careful when you tell this story” was all I could say once I stopped laughing.
This is a true story. I have changed the names because it seemed like the right thing to do. If you liked this story, stick with me. I’ve got a lifetime of funny stories to share.
