My New Year revolution is to never use autocorrect again.

Remember, fellow babies! Always be very very specific when you give directions.

I knew someone who thought that the blue lines on a map were secret roads and could be used as short cuts. Tell that to someone who tried to drive on the Delaware River!

 

Something for that cough
The pharmacist needed a short break from the register so he left his son in charge: “just put on the coat and act like you know what you are doing. Ring up the sales as listed. What ever you do, DO NOT give anyone advice. I’ll be back soon”

After a few minutes, a man approached the “pharmacist” for some advice.

“I need something for this cough. It has kept me up all night, I’m exhausted. My wife says I’m keeping her up, as well”.

The man appeared quite tired, and the pharmacists’ son knew ‘just the thing’ to give the ailing man.

“Here you go sir. Take two tablespoons of this, and it will cure what ails you.” He rang up the elixir, and the man thanked him, and immediately took a swig.

About a half hour later, the pharmacist/father returned to the pharmacy.

“How did things go?”, he asked his son, “I see you made some sales,”

“Father, all went well. I did, however, give away some advice, though. An extremely tired man came in with a terrible cough. I couldn’t help but giving him something that would work”

“What did you tell him?” The pharmacist worried…

“I told him two tablespoons of cod liver oil would cure that cough immediately.”, replied the son.

“COD LIVER OIL!! that’s no cough elixir! That will do nothing for his cough!!” The pharmacist began to break a sweat, knowing surely he would be hearing from this irate customer in the next few days..

“Father, you are incorrect! Over there, through the window! See the man, holding on tight to the light pole with his legs crossed tight? That joker ain’t gonna cough any time soon!!”

I ordered a chicken and an egg from Amazon… I’ll let you know.

I see these beasts all over the neighborhood.

Unfortunately.

Since someone is feeding them around here, they are breeding.  Or a more accurate way to describe that is that since we’re overrun with ducks, she’s feeing the foxes.

Remember, fellow babies, if you’re buying food for the ducks, you’re feeding the ducks to the foxes.

But that is neither here nor there.   Just keep them out from under my Jeep.  They’re lousy at cleaning up after themselves!

 

 

A man walks into a bar with 3 ducks under his arms…

He places each one on a stool, orders beers for each and himself, then heads to the toilet.

The bartender has seen it all, but figured he’d ask the duck’s how they’re doing. As he sets the beer in front of the first duck he asked his name, how he is and what he did today?

Duck responds: My name’s Huey and I’m great because I’ve been outside playing in puddles all day!

Second duck responds: My name’s Dewey and I’m great too because we’ve been outside playing in puddles all day!

He goes to the third duck and says, “I guess your name is Louie?”

Third duck says, “No, my name is puddles. Don’t ask me about my damn day!”

Happy New Years a little bit early from Ramblingmoose.com

I know,
I know,

Yes, it’s only December 26th.

So why am I wishing Happy New Years on Black Friday?

Because I am avoiding shopping malls, driving, and being in stores at all costs.

All those people, on the road, with gift cards in hand.

Running hither and yon screeching into parking spaces.

Hey, South Florida makes Boston look like pikers in aggressive driving contests.

I’ll be around town today, walking the dog, patching pool scoops, and transplanting things.

I have a friend who gave me a Milkweed Cage here in town that I need to let know that I put some Green Onions in his pot and am ready to return the thing to him.

The Cage is fixed and doing its thing protecting the plants.

The pot is on my front porch.  Four green onions are in the pot ready for cooking.  Just leave a thumb length of bulb in order to keep your perpetual onions growing.

At any rate.

South Florida being basically, weird, has already started the wind up for the great page turning of 2019.  Yes Happy New Years now if you’re drunk and need a place to pass out, go use the bar parking lot.  I don’t want to have to use the hose on a drunk at 5AM when I go to take Rack for a walk.

If you are going out on amateur night, paying too much for a champagne toast at midnight at a restaurant you normally would not go to, go lightly.  After all, this whole week, if you are driving at night… you are a target both for other drivers and for the police.

Yes, Drunk Drivers, those of us who are not on the road hope “The Rozzers” catch you.

That’s British Slang for the cops… or so I have been told.

I’m already hearing fireworks at night which will scare the poop back into you if you’re my dog.

*sigh*

Well happy new years anyway folks, I’m going to duck and cover!

The snake gave birth to a bouncing baby boa.

Sister Stanislaus was my French teacher in High School and was a wonderful woman.

She kept trying to get us to have an appreciation of some of the finer things of French Culture.

One of them was the whole Hunchback Story. I never really “got” it, thinking it just seemed gloomy and depressing.

No matter what Disney will do to the story, that is.

 

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

There once was a man who went by the name of The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
Every morning and every afternoon he would go to the top of his tall bell tower and ring the bell.

But he was getting old and it was getting too hard on his body.
So he decided to put up advertisements for a new bell boy.

One day when the Hunchback was sipping his tea at the top of his belltower he heard a knock on his door, on hearing this he climbed down his stairs and opened to door where a young man was stood,
“Hi, I’m here for the bell ringer job”
he said “Very good then follow me” the Hunchback replied as he beckoned him to follow.

As they got to the bell the Hunchback said he was going to demonstrate how to ring the bell.
He pulls it back, pushes it fowards and takes a step to the side and the bell makes a huge DING sound.

Then it was the boys turn. He pulled it back, pushed it foward, but stood still, and the bell came back and hit him smack bang in the face, DING, which knocked him all the way down the tower.

The Hunchback thought he’d better go check on him.

So he went all the way down his stairs and by the time he got to the bottom a crowed had formed.

A police officer came up to the Hunchback and said, “Do you know this kid?”

To which the Hunchback replied “No, but his face rings a bell.”

I took an antibiotic, and now I feel like I died a little inside.

Well, after all that is how they work, sort-of, right?

 

As I sit here sipping my coffee, here’s another one.
A woman was in bed with her lover when she heard her husband opening the front door

“Hurry!” she said, “stand in the corner.” She quickly rubbed baby oil all over him and then she dusted him with talcum powder. “Don’t move until I tell you to,” she whispered. “Just pretend you’re a statue.”

“What’s this, honey?” the husband inquired as he entered the room.

“Oh, it’s just a statue,” she replied nonchalantly. “The Smiths bought one for their bedroom. I liked it so much, I got one for us too.”

No more was said about the statue, not even later that night when they went to sleep. Around two in the morning the husband got out of bed, went to the kitchen and returned a while later with a sandwich and a glass of milk.

“Here,” he said to the ‘statue’, “eat something. I stood like an idiot at the Smiths’ for three days and nobody offered me as much as a glass of water.”

Happy Holidays From Rack and Ramblingmoose.com

So sure, I could mess with my schedule and put this picture up, when, next Tuesday?

What fun is that?   I really do like how this picture came out.

Besides, that’s for New Years.  Thanks Calendar Cartel for not straightening out the dates!

Harrumph!

What this was is actually the end of a dog walk.

I have three dog walks per day, as you should if you have a dog.  Rack being the superior McNab SuperDog, (TM), that he is, he has plenty of quirks.

He speaks English,

He tells time,

He has a map of the neighborhood in his brain.

He may even be learning Spanish – I have to be careful with the phrase “Estoy Listo” because “I Am Ready” is a phrase I may want to keep close to my chest.

Here is the story as I see it.  Even if I am reading too much into it, well, I have been told that I can tell a story well.

We left, as normal, from the house, and went out to walk the block.

“Rack, this is your walk, take me where you want to go.”  Wag Right.

When a dog wags right, what you said or did pleases him.  He feels in control of the situation and confident.

When a dog wags left, he may still be pleased but he isn’t completely in control of things.  I get that when I tell him “Go Poop” and he’s not ready.

He really does like to be talked to.

Rack did take me on a “modified” walk.  I have a very set pattern of blocks I walk at that time of evening.  Probably because I try to avoid the bars, don’t want to disturb the patrons at the Italian Restaurant, and I want to avoid noise and other distractions.

No, really, if I walk past Bona Italian Restaurant, it causes a ripple of people talking and pointing at my dog.  There is a waitress in there that loves him, as well as one or two of the owners, and I really don’t want to stop business just for a walk around town.

He does, however, and he took me past the restaurant.

After a few cookies and some attention, we wandered on a different route until we got back here.

As we approached, I said “Rack go wait at the door and let me get a picture”.

He did … Just That.  Walked to the door and waited.  Ok, he knows more English than I thought.

I got the picture you see, however, any photographer will tell you – always take a second.  I wanted to play with flash and settings and re-compose the shot.

This one isn’t perfect, I could have adjusted settings, but this is as close to perfect as I could get all the way to the palm trees hiding above the house.

He thought I was fussing too much and he came over to see.

 

Looking up at me as if to say “are you alright?  Did you get this figured out yet?”

I responded “Why don’t you go back to the door so I can get another?” in a conversational tone.

He did!  Wow that is one smart dog!

I ended up using the first shot but this dog always impresses me.

Now that he’s gaining confidence, he’s getting a bit too assertive at the door.   We have to work at that bark, he’s authoritative enough to have me jump out of my skin inside!

So Happy Holidays to one and all, no matter where in the world you are, no matter what holidays you celebrate.

Thanks for stopping by over these years.

Rack and the rest of us at Ramblingmoose.com

Stop signs are red, traffic lights are green, I ride a bicycle, and have no idea what that means.

Being a skater once again, I know what it means to have people on bikes that do not know how to follow the rules of the road or the trails…
But that’s a very different story than this one.

A poor old lady was forced to sell her valuables to avoid eviction.

As she rummaged through her dusty belongings, she came across a dull copper kettle. Intrigued by it’s possible value the old woman dusted it off and BAM! A genie erupted from its neck.

The genie says “I have seen your plights, and will grant you three wishes.”

The woman, astounded, thinks for a moment and says “age has taken its toll on me. I wish to be young and beautiful once more.”

BAM! In a sudden flash the old woman emerged, a ravishing young woman.

Thrilled by her success the woman says “genie I want to live a life of grandeur! To be rich!”

BAM! With a snap of the genies fingers the room swirled and transformed into a great hall. Her once broken cottage had become a mansion. Upon looking down the woman noticed her worn clothing had been replaced with a stunning dress, and shining heels.

While she marveled at this outcome the genie stood solemnly and said “you have one wish left.”

The woman thought about this for a while and then felt a slight brush against her leg. It was her old cat, frightened by the buildings transformation.

The woman looked up at the genie and said “this cat has been faithfully with me for all my years. Please, transform him into a human man, so that we may spend many happy days together!”

BAM! In a blinding flash the cat had vanished. Standing in his place was a tall, dark-haired, handsome young man.

Immediately enamored by her new love, the woman fell into his arms. The genie, his work complete, disappeared. As she gazed into his eyes, he drew her close and whispered

“Too bad you had me neutered.”