Husband’s Little Outboard

Husband has had this little outboard motor since he was a kid. It originally had a boat it went on and he used to play with it in the local lake. The plastic boat is long gone but the motor is metal and well made. It still works after all these years! He finally got ‘around to’ building a little stand for it so we can display it.

I’ve always thought it was adorable, so of course I had to draw it!

Another Funny Sign

Once Upon a Time......

Once upon a time…..

There was a little boy in second grade who didn’t like his teacher. The teacher was a young man who really didn’t want to be teaching second graders. What he really wanted to do was coach high school football. But in order to do that he had to agree to teach the second grade.

This teacher didn’t really have the temperament for second graders…..especially the exasperating ones, which is what this particular second grader was.  

It was a recipe for disaster.

One day, at story time, as the teacher was reading a book to the class he turned the page and the exasperating boy asked him to show the illustration again because he didn’t see it. The teacher said the little boy didn’t see it because he wasn’t paying attention. So the little boy did the only thing a second grader could under the circumstances…..he called him STINKYHEAD! (out loud in front of the whole class!)

The parents were called to the principal’s office, words were exchanged, the little boy was indignant, the parents apologized.

At home the parents tried to explain to the boy that he must learn to show respect to the teacher even if he didn’t mean it. (They MIGHT have had a harder time trying to explain why the teacher didn’t have to show respect for the boy, but I digress…..)

The boy apologized to the teacher in front of the class the very next day but it was too late….the teacher now treated the boy with even less respect and heaped more work on him than the others in the class.

It was a long year…….

But finally it was over and the last day of school came, along with the field day the school held each year to celebrate.

There were rides and games and food and fun and at THIS particular field day they added something new…..a dunking tank. And who do you think was chosen to be the dunkee????? That’s right boys and girls…..STINKYHEAD! (to this day I’m not sure if it was providence or the principles directive.......)

Now, field day was always a popular event at the school but the turnout for THIS particular one was phenomenal! And the MOST popular booth was the dunking tank. The line was so long it wrapped around the building.

It might have had something to do with the fact that I was at the end of that line (grinning from ear to ear) handing out free tickets!!

Another Funny Sign

Some People Just 'Get' You.......

Random Signs That Make Me Laugh

Again....

I dreamed about 7 Endicott again last night. The dreams have become less frequent but still just as unsettling. This time we were there getting ready to re-sell the house. It’s never clear how we’ve come to own it again but the task is clear. We must empty it and get it ready to put on the market.

It is FULL of my mother’s possessions. And I am thrust back into that gut wrenching pain of loss I felt when she died. Unable to let go of her things because that is all I have left. I walk around in a house that is both familiar and uncomfortable, unable to do anything, or make a decision. All I want to do is sit down and cry.

Then I am awake. Left with the feeling of loss and confusion and trying to figure out where I am and who I am.

Is that the point of the dream?

Am I having an existential crisis so many years after the fact? I don’t know.

Or maybe it was the part of the dream where Husband was wearing one of my mother’s house dresses because his clothes were soaked from some sort of accident and that was all he could find to put on while he dried his clothes…..

Either way it was a disturbing dream!

Chuckle of the Day.....

“Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, 'Where have I gone wrong'.

Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night.” 

― Charles Schultz

This is What I Did on New Year's Eve.....

We aren't exactly party animals anymore....wait.....I don't think we were EVER  party animals but I used to stay up until midnight to see in the new year. Now I'm just an old humbug and go to bed before midnight. I figure it'll be the same new year in the morning as it was at midnight....just quieter.
So this is what I did on New Year's Eve.....

I think it captures how I feel about this holiday......lol. 

(I'm taking a Skillshare class on expressive stylized people. I like the freedom of calling badly executed drawings 'stylized'....lol.)