| 3 years ago :: Mar 23, 2010 - 9:27AM #1 | |
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Jrh_uuPmd0
Humorous nun? Who would have thought!
Maripat Donovan is an actor not a nun. She has a great sense of "Catholic" humor and comedic talent. Enjoy!
"I yam what I yam and I yam what I yam that I yam / And I got a lotta muscle and I only gots one eye / And I'll never hurt nobodys and I'll never tell a lie / Top to me bottom and me bottom to me top / That's the way it is 'til the day that I drop, what am I? / I yam what I yam."
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| 3 years ago :: Mar 23, 2010 - 10:39AM #2 | |
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She certainly does Leonora, lol!! Terrific to enjoy something funny here for a nice change of pace, :-) Thanks for posting
Sandy
"Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the Words of Eternal Life"
"Philippians 4:13. "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." |
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| 3 years ago :: Mar 23, 2010 - 5:29PM #3 | |
Yes she does, if she comes to the comedy clubs in this area I'll go see her, thanks for the link. |
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| 3 years ago :: Mar 24, 2010 - 12:23AM #4 | |
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Luv it.................. Gotta tell a story of puddles and kids, though. More than forty years ago I did an oil study painting of my older daughter in rain coat and boots and umbrella stomping in puddles on her way home from school. It is framed. She is about six in the painting. I never told her she couldn't stomp through puddles. I thought it was hilarious. She still has the painting. |
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| 3 years ago :: Mar 24, 2010 - 10:20AM #5 | |
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LOL! Stomping in puddles can be irresistible, ,,,, and kids are a joy and pain sometimes too but we do learn from them. Talking about kids, recently I took my 5 year old son for a walk. During our walk I saw a 55 or 56 Thunderbird park a couple of houses ahead of us. I’ve always liked those early Thunderbirds and as I admired the car I exclaimed, “What a beauty!” A second or so later my grandson remarked and asked something along the lines, “She is a beauty, should I ask her for her autograph?”
“Autograph?” I asked as I was puzzled by his question. I remarked that I was talking about the car; he replied that he was talking about the girl driving the car; he said something about her looking like a movie star and wondered if he should ask her for an autograph.
Grandpa must be getting old, I was admiring the car and he was admiring the girl, oh well, such is life. |
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| 3 years ago :: Mar 25, 2010 - 8:33AM #6 | |
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gilg--That is a cute story! Jane--That was my childhood. I had only a few restrictions on my childhood play-time. Playing in the rain and running and jumping in puddles was one of my favorite past-times. Oh to be a kid again! Hey Miss Sandy, I want to see this show with my bffs if it ever come to our town. Wish you were close enough to join us.
Cute kid stories, hmmm? When my 22 year old daughter was 9 years she had decided that her future husband "...does not have to be very handsome as long as he is smart."
"I yam what I yam and I yam what I yam that I yam / And I got a lotta muscle and I only gots one eye / And I'll never hurt nobodys and I'll never tell a lie / Top to me bottom and me bottom to me top / That's the way it is 'til the day that I drop, what am I? / I yam what I yam."
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| 3 years ago :: Mar 25, 2010 - 9:28AM #7 | |
aw, Miss Leonora, I wish we lived closer too, we'd have a blast seeing it!! :-)
"Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the Words of Eternal Life"
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| 3 years ago :: Mar 26, 2010 - 2:18PM #8 | |
LOL! is right, kids are funny, I would like to hear more stories about kids. Here is one that isn't directly about kids but I thinks fits in: Mom and Dad walked hand in hand as we approached the family plot. We were the only ones there.The cemetery was surrounded by an old rock wall hugged by lilac bushes, and framed by maple, pine, and oak trees. For over two centuries the graveyard had been the final home of many of our relatives. As we walked slowly on the recently cut grass, I read the names etched into the tombstones I passed. I wondered how many of these people my grandparents had known. We arrived at the foot of my grandparents resting place.My grandmother had passed first, so she was buried in the family plot to the left. Next to her was my grandfather; he passed away twelve years later. And between my grandfather’s plot and the gravesite of someone we did not know, there was a small patch of grass.Pointing to it, Mom said, “That was for me.” Dad and I looked down at the ground. There was just enough room for one more plot. Mom said softly, “My parents wanted to make sure that I was near them if I didn’t marry.” Dad and I looked at Mom. Uncertain, I asked, “Do you want to be buried here?” Mom hesitated. “There isn’t a place for your father,” she said. “I wouldn’t want to be without him.” I looked at Dad. He was staring straight ahead. Dad put his arm around Mom, and pulled her into him. He kissed her on the top of her head. “I will always be with you,” he said. He looked at her. “If there’s only one plot, it will be for you. Our boys will just have to lay my ashes around you.” Dad held Mom in his arms. I looked down at the open spot of grass. Mom and Dad reached out to me. Emily Dickinson reminds us, “Unable are the Loved ones to die / For Love is Immortality.” The example of my parents’ love will be with me always. In his book, Spiritual Evolution, Harvard research psychiatrist George Vaillant, wrote: “Love, like the sacred and our image of God, has a timeless quality.” That day, just off that rural road in Maine, I saw true love. I saw how much my parents loved each other. Every day we have an opportunity to demonstrate our love to the most important people in our lives. So, what is your love example?David J. Pollay book, The Law of the Garbage Truck: Take control of your life with one decision, will be published by Sterling Publishing in September, 2010. You can find out about The Law of the Garbage Truck™ and David’s mission at www.thelawofthegarbagetruck.com. You can also read David’s blog at www.pollayblog.com. |
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| 3 years ago :: Mar 27, 2010 - 5:39PM #9 | |
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Lovely story about your parents, Gilg. My own husband and I had a joke before he died that it was a happy thing we found each other because no one else would have put up with either of us. When I told my oldest daughter she gasped; I thought it was our own love story--that of two oldest bossy kids who had opinions on everything. Cove--is there a kid on earth that doesn't love water and messing in it? Kids need to be kids. To this today I love observing them. I love to chuckle in markets, etc. with their parents. Sandy--that is a delightful story about your son. The other day my daughter and I were at the Forum here, a sassy outdoor shopping center. A young girl and her mother walked by and the youngster was telling her mom she wanted to put on a circus with her dog--I just smiled and said I'd love to come.
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| 3 years ago :: Mar 28, 2010 - 3:31PM #10 | |
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Jane, I should have been more clear, I too liked the love story but it wasn't my parents. I did try finding out more about how mom and dad came together but I realize now that I really don't know much. Dad worked for mom's family and apparently that is how they met. But that they loved each other was eviden. My daughter used to love hearing about how her mom and I met... we must have told her that story many times and she also liked hearing about our little adventures... of course I've kept some things out, her mom and I were pretty crazy so it is better leaving some things quiet. Right now my grandson is into hearing stories about when I was a little boy.... I think I've told him almost every significant story that I can recall, yet he wants to know more..... |
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