humor
"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "
BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE
SO, THIS HAPPENED TODAY..... Lisa has always loved birds. It makes no difference what kind of birds she is watching, Lisa loves them all. We did rescues on a Congo African Grey and a lesser sulfur-crested cockatoo that only increased her fascination with birds. Lisa is in a wheelchair now and can't go hiking with binoculars to look for wild bird species, but this hasn't entirely frustrated her desire to study birds. Our friend, Terry, and I put up a bird feeder right outside Lisa's bedroom window. The members of Lisa's other obsession, cats, are as thrilled to lie on the bed and observe the feeder as she is and they spend many ours suitably entertained.
By ANN TOPMILLER5 years ago in Humans
Popcorn
Mom has always loved popcorn. When we were kids Mom would take me and Ben to Tower movies almost every week. You could rent out a movie for seven days, so we’d usually get one foreign or black and white movie for mom and one that me and Ben could watch. We’d always go for the new releases but I think they were slightly more spendy than the older movies.
By Jessica Stapp5 years ago in Humans
Track 1995
I found my mother weeping silently at the kitchen bar. She was sitting on a stool with her legs nowhere near touching the ground. I looked up at her and watched a steady stream of tears was gently gliding down her face like a miniature brook. It wasn't unusual to see my mother cry. Although, typically because of a novella or some movie about a murdered man's spirit seeking justice with the help of a sassy psychic. However, the TV and VCR were off. The only noise was from the bulky JCV HiFi dual cassette stereo system pounding the air with the deep bass of Tejano music. The sanguine tempo contrasted with the atmosphere's vibes that complemented each other, like sea salt and caramel.
By R.L. Maskill5 years ago in Humans
Tongue Twisters and fun Stories
Here is a series of Tongue Twisters that I wrote in hopes of getting them published in a book. I was hoping to make it a hard or soft cover book or even a coloring book or a workbook where children could read the tongue twister and then draw and color what the tongue twister would look like as a picture. I have had no such luck unless you count those 'vanity press' publishers where you have to pay to get your work published. This set of tongue twisters will go along with the 'What I know' articles that I have been sharing about what I learned in my Human services degree.
By Mark Graham5 years ago in Humans
The Rear Naked Choke
Above is a stock photo of some no doubt amazing martial artists, nothing like my rag-tag group of kids we called a class. My group was a mix of overweight juveniles and bullied tweens whose parents just wanted their lives to be better. One in particular was both overweight and bullied, weighing as much as I did but being 15 years younger and 8 inches shorter.
By Ari Weisman5 years ago in Humans
A Toddler’s Guide On How To Make 3 A.M. French Toast For His Mom
One of my earliest escapades occurred when I was only 4 years old. The time me and my brother decided to cook breakfast for my mother. My father was overseas at the time, so we kids wanted to do something to cheer her up. We were all sad he was gone. However, we knew the sweet taste of good French toast was also her favorite. In pitch black darkness, at 3 o’clock in the morning I roused from my sleep. I was barely getting out of my toddler years when for some wild reason I woke up in the middle of the night and had the bright idea to make breakfast for my mother. My heart was in the right place, I thought. I had wanted to do something special for my mother. She was and is my everything. Even at 4 years of age I had acknowledged this, and I wanted to do something I just knew she was going to love. However, intentions don’t often line up with capability when you are only 4 years old. I had also acknowledged this, and decided it would be in my best interests to recruit some additional help for this breakfast-making mission. My younger siblings.
By Matthew Leo5 years ago in Humans
A Trip to Story Island
When I want to escape the world for a bit, I turn to books. Reading allows me to drift into another place with a different story. Yeah, I know that sounds so corny and nerdy, but it is my thing. I also, love writing, so again this provides me with an escape. I have spent some time perfecting my bookcase to fit not only my reading needs but my reading mood. I truly feel like I could split the bookcase up into sections and each would represent a different land. So. let us explore those lands, no ticket is needed.
By Steven Rice5 years ago in Humans
I Believed I was a Government Project
When I was a kid, around 10-years-old, I had this idea that I was constantly being watched. It got into my head that there were miniature cameras all over the place and that my direct family was a bunch of agents that were in on it. It was just a thought that sprung into my head one day. I knew that it was not true, obviously or hopefully, but as a kid, at that age, I asked myself, “what if?”
By Bazooka Teaches5 years ago in Humans
Mississippi's Most Wanted
My best friend, Katie, and I became super good friends when I moved into one of the available bedrooms in the quad she lived in on campus, at Eastern Oklahoma State College. One day were in a meeting for the Student Government Association on campus and I was ranting about how much I hated my dorm and I was tired of the communal bathroom situation, not to mention acting as the RA for the floor because I was the SGA President. Ugh not a job I wanted in the dorm with the Ag Guys (great friends but horrible stewards). Anyway, Katie told me she had just had a roommate move out so there was a room open. I didn’t so much as take a breath before I marched down to the Housing Office to get that open room. Needless to say, I got the room, moved in, and the rest is history. We have been friends ever since, and some of the shenanigans we have gotten ourselves into have been anything but ordinary.
By Kayla Ward5 years ago in Humans
