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Monday, February 28, 2011

The Greek Guard

Milos, the Greek guard, compete with little guard house, was hanging around feeling a little boxed in.
He was actually, guarding his little box, which evidently guarded someone else's much more elaborate, expensive box! Probably a grandiose box of a palace in the great city of Athens. Perhaps the Presidential Mansion, itself!
Milos, standing at attention,while JD painted some boxes for his school, struck up a conversation.

It's not my habit to listen in on conversations, but I believe the subject began and ended upon the subject of boxes.  

JD gave Milos a well deserved pat on the back for his box guarding attributes, but Milos, thought perhaps his job was too inane for credibility.
"Nonsense," replied JD, "why, where would we be without the perverbial box?"

JD continued his work applying black paint over primer, and I listened in as he outlined his point.

"Lest you not think a box has a reason for existence, allow me to point out some fine examples."

"Cake, pie and other delectable delights come in ready to mix and bake boxes!"

"Wondrous gifts, toys, and tools come 
 shipped in boxes!"

"Where would we house our tissues, if it weren't for kleenex boxes?"

"There are storage boxes and box cutters."

 What would have happened to the person who invented box cutters, if there were no boxes?"

"Why, there are old boxes.."

"And new boxes!"

"And what would have come of the word 'box', if boxes weren't invented? How else could we have Jack-In-The-Box, XBox, Boxers,  Bandbox, Breadbox, Glove box, Tool box, Boxwood shrubs, Box Elder bugs and trees."

 Milos gave all of this quite some consideration. By this time, JD had completed his painting task.

He had primed and painted 5 beautiful black boxes, and Milos said they looked grand indeed! He thanks JD for his words of wisdom, and prepared, once again, to settle into his guard-the-box-in-front-of-the-bigger-box-which-we-haven't-yet-deciphered-clearly-what-it-may-be, when JD spoke,
"Milos, in all the boxes, in all the homes, in all the countries, in all the world, there is one VERY important box. Do NOT forget about this one, my new friend....."

...the Jewelry box!"

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Happy/Sad Baby Doll

This is my old baby doll, where I'm sure I learned how to get my own way at a very young age. I don't recall his name, but I recently discovered the little one just LOVES kitties.

                  When there's a kitty around, he's happy, but when there's no kitty, he's blue.

So naturally, he found Tippy, our cat, and tortured her, by tracking and sleeping with her all day yesterday.

He found her on the couch...
And he was very happy...until she left to go eat.

Then he followed her to her food dish!

And he was very happy...until she left to go sleep on our bed...

But little one found her! And he was very happy, until she left!

It wasn't too long before the stalking began again. He found her in the art room on a canvas tarp.

And then.....Tippy bolted!

She crawled under the covers on our bed to hide away, but it didn't work!

Little one found her, so she ditched again!

 Now I don't know where the two of them are. Perhaps I'll sneak through the house to get a candid up to date shot, and then I'll cut Tippy some slack and return little happy/sad to Granny's doll cabinet. 

Found them!

Well, I don't know, Tippy doesn't look too miserable, does she? Cat's new best friend, a little stuffed happy/sad doll.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

P. T. Barnam

Come one come all, to the greatest show on earth! These were the words echoed throughout the lands in the glory days of P.T. Barnam of Barnam and Bailey Circus fame. Here is my Mother's Barnam doll.

 Uh... imbibing before a rigorous round of auditions for his new traveling circus!

Lucky for you, you are in on the auditions.

Candidate # 1, the disappearing shot glass trick:

There is a shot glass under the hat, and the bartender drank it without touching the hat. Amazing, don't ask how he did it!

Next, the dog act:

She prepares for her remarkable dance: 

Meanwhile, back at the bar, see Brenda and her staggering chicken dance:

Folks will thrill to see #4's phenomenal juggling!

Stupefying can only describe this next act!!!

But hold onto your hats, folks, here is the amazing balancing straw act!

Ho, ho, we aren't over yet! 
Thrill to the shocking 8 armed wonder!!
 Nearing the end of this vigorous round of auditions, Mr. Barnam had to take a well deserved break in the action, to get some well deserved action!

Then he did a little remarkable balancing act of his own!

However, I'm sorry to disappoint, friends of all ages, but Mr. P.T. Barnam's curtain call came when an ornery fish called him over to perform the most dubious astounding, jaw-dropping flying fish routine ever seen with the naked eye.

And this merely proves, "There's a sucker born every minute!"