Wednesday, January 11, 2012


Once again I grabbed these from a video.  Now I have been instructed in no uncertain terms that I may not post these scary type pictures along with any knitting joke.  Rest assured that at the moment I am out of knitting jokes.

Shooting the rapids

 Hey! it’s wet!

 The next three are a sequence.  Can you tell what is going on?

Hey, fella, the skis are supposed to be on your feet!


 Ah! Oh! Yuck!  Eek!  Is that a safety rope he is attached to?  No confi-- LOOK OUT!

 Oooh, pretty!

  And the last three are a sequence from the video.
       Hey, mister, you’re supposed to get in before you take off!

 Go on!  Make a fool of yourself!

 You’re almost in, and headed straight down.  Clever!

A bit of humor to sober things up --

From Kay Weeks

'Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house,
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the chocolate I'd taste
At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.

When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber),
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,

The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt...

I said to myself, as I only can,
"You can't spend a winter, disguised as a man!"
So, away with the last of the sour cream dip.
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip.

Every last bit of food that I like
(such as kolacky, dumplings, meringue cookies, and caramels)
must be banished
‘Til all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie, not even a lick.
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.

I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie.
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore...
But isn't that what January is for?

Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all, and to all a good diet!


  1. Mountaintops and snow and ice and death-defying risks are for Someone Else. Brrr. YOWWWW!

  2. I guess we can live vicariously through Don's blog (without needing protective gear, or --uhh--winter sports insurance.)