Hap Pee Fry Day! (say it out loud if it didn’t make sense just reading it) 🙂
My education has grown in height and in width this week – and funnily enough, my figure has grown in width too – there’s a strange thing! Wouldn’t know why it’s happened. It’s not like I’ve eaten chocolate every da…… ah. no. Ahem …. Actually, I might know why that’s happened. (suck it in Cobs. Suck it in). 😀
So anyhoo … You’re waiting to find out what lessons Life has taught me this week, aren’t you? So I guess I’d better dive in and drag you under with me. Put your Snorkel on Madge, and buckle down your Scuba diving equipment Albert … we’re going in!
My Edumacationamilisation began last Saturday morning whilst in the shower. DON’T WALK OUT! OY!!! This is not a mucky story, so sit back down and pin back your lug ‘oles!
I’d done all the body shower bit, and washed my hair, and was doing a final rinse of my face. I cupped my hands under the water as it rained down, and getting a little handful, I raised my hands to SPLASH the water all over my face when the accident happened.
I misjudged the distance to my face and in doing so, I scrapped my thumb nail up my chin. Ooooo! That stung. “Cooo”, I thought, “I bet that will leave a red mark!” I said to myself (and yes, I admit there was a bit of swear word in there somewhere … ‘dash’ and darn’. That sort of thing because it did rather hurt). After all the splashing I got out of the shower and looked into the mirror on the door of the bathroom cabinet.
“Hells Bells Woman! You’ve done a grand job there!” I said, looking at the red mark on my chin. I stepped closer to the mirror. “Ohh heck!“. I looked in the mirror and could see that this wasn’t just a mark. This was several layers of skin which I’d taken off, and it was bleeding – rather a lot.
Summing up … the outing I’d planned for that Saturday had to go ‘by the bye’ – because Life taught me to: Be More Careful When Washing my face, because my hands (and finger nails) are the most magnificent weapons of destruction.
A week later and I’m still sporting a nasty wound to my face. It’s healing – but not as fast as I’d like.
I learned this week:- that Florida has more bear hunters than it has bears. Which led me to wondering why there were ANY bears in Florida at all in that case! Just that. Nothing more. But I thought it was an interesting thought.
I also learned this week … that Nostalgia was classified as a disease by the Royal College of Physicians until 1899. Yes, seriously. It was considered to be a ‘Crippling Mental Illness’.
Emigrants and soldiers would often fall victim to nostalgia, and it was thought that if it wasn’t stopped fairly quickly, it would end in victims wasting away and losing their ability to adjust and cope with daily life.
However, more recently, studies have been conducted on nostalgia and have discovered that there are actually some benefits to it—a far cry from the ideas that contracting nostalgia would make a person give up on life and simply waste away. Researchers at the University of Southampton have found that indulging in a bit of nostalgic reminiscing might make a person sad for a short period, but in the long run, it serves as a comfort.
I also learned that . . . When you blush so does the lining of your stomach. Yes, I thought it was an early April Fools Joke too, so I went in search of more details to make sure that I wasn’t believing in the ‘Money Tree’ . . . . and this is what I found…
Blushing is a response that is the result of the sympathetic nervous system causing increased blood flow throughout the body. During periods of embarrassment, the body releases adrenaline, a hormone that prepares the body for stressful situations. Adrenaline also makes the blood vessels dilate in order to improve blood flow and oxygen delivery in case the body has to suddenly flee a dangerous situation. The veins in the face, as well as in the stomach lining and throughout the rest of the body, then have more blood than normal flowing through them, and they appear red.
Now this next bit of edumacationamilisation totally floored me. BUT …. Before I share it with you I need to tell you about a place called Cornwall. Cornwall is a fabulous holiday destination here in the UK. For those of you who have seen and watched the programme Doc Martin – Cornwall is where Doc Martin is filmed. It’s a truly lovely place and I have fond childhood memories of holidaying there. It’s in the South of England.
A map to help you visualise where Cornwall is….
Cornwall is down in the south, at the far point on the left. Next to it is Devon, another beautiful place, where, if you meet a local who’s been there for all their life, they’ll pronounce it: Debun (but it actually comes out as: Debn). Next to Devon, along the coast line, is Dorset – or ‘Darsit’, if you’ve lived there all your life. Dorset is where you’ll find Mr.Cobs and myself, and Little Cobs (and his Mummy and Daddy). Mr.Cobs and I are generally trying to find as much fun and as many giggles as possible, all without the aid of alcohol. (mostly)
But back to the plot:-
The world’s only Cornish pasty museum is in Mexico. Those of you from the United Kingdom will perhaps now have eyes as wide as saucers and you’ll be scoffing at me saying this. Yup … that’s how I felt when I learned about this. So… me being me … I double checked … and guess what … it’s t.r.u.e.
The world’s first museum dedicated to the “delicacy” is in the mining municipality of Real del Monte, more than 4,500 miles away from Cornwall, in Mexico.
The pasty has been in Mexico for generations, having been taken to the country along with football and technology by Cornish miners in 1824, as they helped build up the local mining industry.
For those who might not know what a Cornish Pasty looks like…..
Genuine Cornish Pasties have their crimping around the side, as you see in the above photo. However … when I make my own Cornish Pasties, I always put my crimping over the top, like the ones in the picture below.
You can imagine how both funny and weird I found it when I learned that here is Cornwall, nestled in the UK. A place of beauty and wonder, Cornish Pixies, incredible people, great places to visit, AND … famous for it’s fabulous Pasties … and yet … the only Cornish Pasty Museum is four and a half thousand miles away in Mexico! There is something very strange about this. Something has gone badly wrong. The World has surely gone mad!!!
Nope .. still can’t make head nor tail of that one.
I also learned this week …
- That a group of Unicorns is called a blessing.
- A group of Shrews is called A Whisker
- A group of Ladybirds is called A Loveliness
- A group of Snails is called an Escargatoire
- A group of Hippopotamuses is called A Bloat
- A group of Ponies is called A String
- A group of Hyenas is called A Cackle
- A group of Pekingese is called A Pomp
- A group of Owls is called A Parliament
- A group of Ravens is called A Storytelling – or – An Unkindness
- A group of Husbands is called A Couch or A Bench
- A group of Wives is called …. A Nag (the cheek of it!)
- A group of Guinea Pigs is called A Muddle
- A group of Caterpillars is called An Army
- A group of Parrots is called A Pandemonium.
- A group of Porcupines is called A Prickle.
I also learned this week …..
That even the wonderful Twillweld, that most brilliant of wire netting used on Aviaries, chicken runs, guinea pig and rabbit hutches, is no match for a bloody minded mouse with food on its mind!
You can see in the photo above how tiny the holes are in the Twillweld wire on the hutch. We’ve had the hutch since my rabbit was born and never had a problem with it. However … read on dear reader, read on!
We found a mouse had managed to get into my rabbits cage, and had set up home in there, happily munching away on all the lovely rabbit food my bunny has, and made itself very snuggly in all the hay she has to eat, and straw she has for her bedding.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! (and some swear words thrown in there because I’m so cross).
THEN … when Mr. Cobs had found the little blighter – it ran out of the hutch and passed Mr.C at a gazillion miles an hour, so that it couldn’t be caught. Now how this happened is a total mystery to Mr.C and myself … because not only was Mr.C on the case, wanting to catch said mouse and take it far away, into the woods, to leave it there – as per my instructions. But our two cats were on guard duty – one at the rear of the hutch, one at the side, waiting, waiting, waiting – one of which was Alf Capone (Used Furniture Dealer) – who IS a killer of mice (and pigeons, garden birds, – and also a thief, as I’ve previously discussed), AND ALSO, bringing up the rear and checking for any escapees, was Madam Jack Russell, (aka: my little fat bitch – because she is. Fat, and a bitch) who finds mice and rats and the killing of, a pastime. So how that cheeky mouse got past my army, I have absolutely no idea! I know it went under the hutch, because I saw it go… and so did my cats (Alf Capone was at this stage going crazy to get it. He knew it was under the hutch) – but when Mr.C came back from his trip to his shed, bringing with him a long piece of wood which he ‘swept’ under the hutch, back and forth – absolutely nothing came out. We had no idea where it went. Nor did the cats.
So Miss fluffy bunny rabbit was totally cleaned out and everything was either thrown away or washed and put back into the rabbit hutch.
Two days later . . . Mr.C found that mouse b*gger had only got back in there again and been busy stashing food into a corner behind the rabbits litter tray for itself. Mr.C found it because he saw the mouse droppings around the insides of the hutch. But upon searching, there was no mouse to be found. So another clean up followed and some changes were made.
Dearest Mr.C has sealed off the lower floor of the hutch from the upper floor, and he’s taken away the ladder, as my rabbit is quite old now and no longer used the upstairs part of her hutch as she didn’t find it easy to clamber up it any longer. So by doing what he’s done he’s made sure that the blasted thing can’t get to my rabbit again,
So … she’s moved upstairs and only she is there. Mr.C has then paid some attention to the lower part of the hutch and sealed off the Twillweld (metal wire netting) in the lower part of the hutch so that mouse will have to go and look elsewhere for his meals.
Let all mice be warned … I’ve given Alf Capone complete control over the matter, and if there happens to be a mouse wandering through our garden, anywhere near that hutch, he’s been given permission to do with them what-ever he sees fit. Bl**dy mice!
Ok… we’ve finally reach that point which we’ve all been hanging around the back of the class room, waiting patiently for…. THE JOKES!
Ready? Let’s dive in to a pool of chuckles …
The Jokes
My Czech mate is surprisingly bad at chess.
Last night I went to a comedy and philosophy convention. Laughed more than I thought.
What is Beethoven’s favourite fruit? Ba-na-na-na.
My wife told me I was a fool to build a car out of spaghetti. You should have seen the look on her face when I drove pasta.
Jokes about opticians just get cornea and cornea.
When my husband told me I had to stop impersonating a flamingo, I decided to put my foot down.
Why did no one bid for Rudolph and Blitzen on eBay? Because they were two deer.
If you want a job in the moisturiser industry, the best advice I can give is to apply daily.
A woman told me she recognised me from the vegetarian club, but I’d never met herbivore.
How did Mary and Joseph know that Jesus was 7lb 6oz when he was born? They had a weigh in a manger.
I hate perforated lines, they’re tearable.
❤ ~ and finally … ~ ❤
How much did it cost the pirate to get his ears pierced? A buccaneer! 😀
Aaaaand, those are the jokes folks!
Happy Friday, wherever you are, and wherever you are, make it a good one.
You have two choices … you can either decide to have a good day … or you can decide to have a bad one. Then you have two more choices … fix to your memory one of your favourite jokes from the ones above, and then share it with someone today and make them smile. Or, you can keep the jokes to yourself and not share the smiles around.
Each day is filled, from the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep, of a series of two choices. This or That. Yes or No. Stay or Go. Here or There. This outfit or That one. Bath or Shower. Smile or Grizzle. All the time, two choices. Look out for them today and become aware of them as the choices appear. Make sure you make the right choice. Then once you’ve made your choice, don’t complain when you don’t like what you chose.
Have a truly fabulous Friday. May the day be kind. May all the people you come across today be even kinder. May you not have too many choices to make where you don’t like either choice. But … where you do make your choice, may you be able to find the joy.
Have a truly blessed day my friend. I’ll be thinking about you. Be safe and … may your God go with you.
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