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Sunday is Joke Day on Blogitudes, and once again, I’m happily linking up with Silly Sunday via Comedy Plus to post mine.  :)I hope you’ll enjoy this one  and if you’re in the mood for more, you’ll find a list below showing links that will lead you to the other great jokes in today’s linkup. Happy Sunday everyone! It’s time to get your laugh on!

 

JUST WHEN YOU THINK YOU’VE SEEN IT ALL

 

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An old farmer went to town to see a movie.

The ticket girl said, “Sir, what is that on your shoulder?”

The old farmer said, “That is my pet rooster, Chuckie. Wherever I go, Chuckie goes.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” said the ticket girl. “We can’t allow animals in the theater. Not even a pet chicken.”

The old farmer went around the corner and stuffed the chicken down his pants. He returned to the booth, bought a ticket and entered the theater. He sat down next to two old emergency room nurses named Mildred and Marge.

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fightIn last week’s One Word Blog LinkUp post, I wrote about a fight I had with my parents in my teen years over clothing. I wanted to wear skimpy shorts and a halter top and look like everyone else did back then. I thought wearing stylish clothes would make me A Real Beauty. My parents, however, disagreed with me. They denied my request and used the opportunity to teach me an important lesson about values.

I’ve never liked being told “NO” and I didn’t fully appreciate the lesson on values and morals that my parents offered backed then. As a young teen, I wasn’t truly concerned about ethics and scruples. I was still finding my way in life and hadn’t yet established standards to live by. I didn’t know who I wanted to be yet and for what I’d stand and fight. This lesson, however, changed all that. As touched on in last week’s post, it stole some of my childhood naivety. It set me to thinking.

Several decades have passed since I first started setting rules and standards to live by for myself. I’m now to the point where I’m no longer deciding on them, I’m simply trying to live in harmony and accordance with them. I don’t always do that. I sometimes falter. I’m not perfect – far from it. I have bad days, dark periods now and then – times when I lose track of who I really am and want to be. As with everything, those hard times eventually pass. I shake them off and inevitably find my way back to my real self. I carry on and forge ahead. That’s when I truly appreciate the standards I set for myself way back when. It’s because of them that I’m able to pull myself up when I’ve been beaten down.

Values are what make us tick. They define how we live and function in life. They are the drum that beats within each and every one of us. We each have our own rhythm. Some beat for good. Others for bad. A few are still deciding.

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Sunday is Joke Day on Blogitudes, and once again, I’m happily linking up with Silly Sunday via Comedy Plus to post mine.  :)I hope you’ll enjoy this one  and if you’re in the mood for more, you’ll find a list below showing links that will lead you to the other great jokes in today’s linkup. Happy Sunday everyone! It’s time to get your laugh on!

 

KIDS SAY THE DARNDEST THINGS

 

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A first grade teacher had twenty-five students in her Clarkston, MI class. She presented each child in her class the first half of a well-known proverb and asked them to come up with the remainder of the proverb. It’s hard to believe these were actually done by first graders. Their insight may surprise you. While reading, keep in mind that these kids are just 6-year-olds, because the last one is classic!

 

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beautyWhen I was a teenager I wanted to be popular. I wanted to fit in and have a wide circle of friends.

Nearly all of the popular girls at school possessed beauty. They had long silky hair and perfect figures. Their beautiful faces were enhanced with a wide array of makeup. Their clothes were always new. They wore all the latest fashions.

And then there was me. I had wavy hair that looked best worn short. It wasn’t long and silky smooth – nor would it ever be. My figure wasn’t perfect either. I wasn’t fat, but neither was I skinny.

I wasn’t ugly. I knew that. I thought of myself as average. I lacked the hair and figure of a “popular” girl, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t still fit in with them, I decided. I thought that if perhaps I dressed like them – if I wore similar makeup, that I could pass myself off as one of them.

My plan (as far as I was concerned) was brilliant. It could work.

It was the 1970s and it was the beginning of summer. I needed short shorts and halter tops added to my wardrobe. I needed lipstick, eyeliner, eye shadow, and rouge. Lots and lots of eye shadow. I needed to go shopping…

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