Tag - just for fun

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Is It Time For A Puntervention?
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Funny But Not Funny
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(Eye) Glasses Half Full
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You Have The Wrong (Text) Number
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Capricorny
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Summer Snipe Hunt
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Puzzled
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Sometimes You Just Gotta Dance
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Curse You Homophones!
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Cross-Eyed Cats and Smelly Schnauzers

Is It Time For A Puntervention?

I appreciate a good pun, but not everyone feels the same. Some shun the pun and quietly seethe in the punner’s general direction. Sure this type of word play may not be the most sophisticated form of literature, but if one finds joy in a simple turn of phrase, what’s the harm? I once had a three week twitter convo flinging shoe puns back and forth with a fellow punster. A few people piped up to tell us to hold our tongues, but alas we chose not to tread lightly and instead ran ahead and even amped it up a bit to boot. If puns make you want to pun-ch a wall, then move along. But if a silly string of puns makes you smile, take a few minutes to listen to this recent skit from CBC’s “Irrelevant Show.” It’s only a matter of time before my family does this to me. Well, after they take care of my mother (the matriarchal punner of our family) first. Check out this “puntervention.” Puns—hate them or love them, this skit is for you! Listen Here. As a pun-lover and a photoshop addict, this image brings me ever so much joy.  Image

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Funny But Not Funny

  You know those moments when you’re half sobbing, half laughing, basically mortified but not enough to be blinded to the humour of the situation? Of course these ‘simulhumourous’ events are funnier when they happen to other people. But they seems they happen to me more than the average Joe. Like… It’s funny, but totally not funny when you drive over the edge of a snowbank, expecting it to be soft and squishy, when in fact it’s frozen solid like a block of cement. The deafening thunk and your hubcap flying off tips you off. They you have to reverse and slink out of your car to retrieve your hubcap, praying silently that your neighbours aren’t watching in astonishment at your idiotic driving. It’s funny, but totally not funny when you’re woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of one of your dogs—the one with the sensitive stomach—heaving. He pukes on the floor and then jumps onto your bed making a “more vomit is imminent sound” adjacent to your pillow. In a panic you sit up, grab the convulsing canine attempting to make a run for the tiled bathroom floor to spare your Nepalese area rug. In your haste[…]

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(Eye) Glasses Half Full

  One of the best and somewhat unexpected benefits of being a parent is the comic relief. Kids have an innate sense of comedic timing that I think we lose as we get older. Maybe the funny moments come easier to them because they are free of inhibitions or they aren’t weighed down by the worries that are pinned to adulthood. It’s next to impossible to stay feeling blue when your youngest child tugs at the hem of your coat and you turn around to see this… Yes little girl, you do amuse me. And to my son who took this “somewhat” altered photo of me and called it Fat Pinocchio. I howled. Seems I’ve given birth to two Court Jesters.

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You Have The Wrong (Text) Number

I was woken up today at 5:52 AM by my phone buzzing—an incoming text from my husband. For some reason he needed me up at 6:30. I wracked my sleepy brain. Did I ask him to wake me for some appointment that had temporarily slipped my mind? I texted back. No reply. I started to worry. Was he okay? Why wasn’t he answering? Then it dawned on me that he mis-texted.     I can’t really make fun of him (but I will) for mis-texting. I do it a lot. Recently I texted my sister-in-law several dog photos. She wrote back and asked me to stop. Surely she was joking. I texted more dog photos. “You have the wrong number.” She replied. Haha! She’s such a kidder. I texted another dog photo. “I am not Tanya! You have the wrong number. Please stop texting me.” Whoops. If I had been thinking clearly this morning I would’ve texted my husband a picture of me in all my bed headed splendor, flipping him the bird. Such a golden opportunity missed… Have you seen Buzzfeed’s “27 Ways To Response To A Wrong Number Text?” You gotta love people who take the time for antics like[…]

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Capricorny

They say we Caps are stubborn and controlling. Wrong. I’m not stubborn, I’m simply resolved. And I’m not controlling. I’m merely helpful and like to organize my life and everyone else’s. This was my horoscope the other day: Capricorn (Dec. 22 – Jan. 20) “You carry such a weight on your shoulders yet you handle it with such poise and grace. Even if you complain, you only express a small fraction of the disgruntlement that you feel. You hold so much together, you are solid as a rock, you are splendid and you are strong. Or at least most of the time that’s what you are like. Once in a while, things aren’t so easy and the cracks start to show. Sometimes you can patch them over, sometimes you have to open them up a little and do a structural repair. But that’s nothing to fear now.” Here’s what I got from this: 1. I love the word disgruntlement and plan to use it as often as possible. 2. I try to hold it all together, but it’s freaking hard. Without the support of my CALM Sagittarian husband I’d surely dissolve into a puddle. 3. “Splendid and strong.” Well, that’s[…]

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Summer Snipe Hunt

  You’ve likely been up to your water wings in summer fun; swimming, tubing, star gazing, firefly catching, marshmallow toasting, hopscotching, bubble blowing, Geocaching, slipping and sliding and just exploring the great outdoors. But have you tried snipe hunting? Before you imagine the Thornbury clan decked out in coveralls with a deer strapped to the roof of the mini-van, let me explain. The boys trying their hand at paintball this summer. FYI, paintball pellets pack a sting, but boy did they have fun! The origin of the term the ‘Snipe Hunt‘ is based on a practical joke where inexperienced campers are told about a bird or animal called the snipe along with preposterous methods of catching it, such as running around the woods carrying a bag or making strange noises. Real snipe (a family of shorebirds) are difficult to catch, so much so that the word “sniper”is derived from it to refer to anyone skilled enough to shoot one. Source Last summer our son went out east to New Brunswick to help his uncle and family set up the cottage they bought on a shimmering lake. My husband went too. It was an ideal boys’ get away. They swam, they[…]

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Puzzled

Rain, rain, go away, come again another day…and bring Tylenol. And four extra sets of hands. And a bag of patience. And a box of pinto grigio. Yes I said box. And a bucket of ice cream. And a bag of something salty — anything, I’m not picky. It’s summer, it’s soggy, and the natives are growing restless. Thankfully my kids are rather creative natives. This morning I found them in my daughter’s bedroom doing a puzzle. I didn’t question their methods. I simply took a photo and reversed quietly out of the room.

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Sometimes You Just Gotta Dance

Come on, get your freak on!  * This is much better, or far worse…depending on how you look at it, with the music turned on. (click top left to turn on music). ** A friend watched this and said, “Just how drunk were you?” Sadly, this is me sober.The Thornburys are known to randomly break into dance or song for no apparent reason. So if you plan to visit, consider yourself forewarned.

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Cross-Eyed Cats and Smelly Schnauzers

If you think staying in a B&B seems slightly odd, you’re right. But always up for an adventure, my husband and I stayed at a B&B in Muskoka a few times. We loved the quaint setting and got to know the owners a little. How can you not? You’re sleeping down the hall from them and sharing their bathroom.   Our first time at “Top House” was memorable. We got engaged that weekend. On one knee in the forest, outside the little cedar church where we would get married, my husband proposed.    We spent the weekend poking around little shops, lounging on a patio over looking Lake Rosseau, exploring nature and enjoy hikes in the woods. One afternoon as we returned to the house after a long hike — punctuated by several periods of hot and heavy, er, nature appreciation — we were greeted by the owners. As one of them commented on our flushed and healthy complexions, their dog bolted toward us from the living room. He made a beeline for my husband, jumped up and started enthusiastically sniffing and licking him. My husband mumbled an explanation which to this day makes me laugh out loud EVERY time[…]

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