Saw this the other day and had a good laugh until I read about the poor blonde who was so traumatized by this maze...seemed she was told to keep going to her left...well, once she figured out which was left she ended up going in circles for hours until she broke down sobbing and had to be rescued...
Oh, youall have mazes in corn fields?... I geddit!!! I wasn't thinking of that sort of maze. In fact, I was thinking of maize. Oh well, that's all still pretty blonde.
BTW this is off topic, but I normally arrive at Wounded Bird each day by googling "Wounded Bird" and that gives me the link. Google has been doing some silly things lately where you google something and it says, "did you mean ..." and then it gives you something completely different starting with the same letter. Tonight it said, "Did you mean 'Undead Bird'? Anyway, Mimi, if the zombies ever get you or you get transformed into a vampire or a werewolf, I think that is what you should rename your blog.
Oh yes, I'm blond, Grandmere! Check my photo on Facebook. It's difficult being a blond priest. Perfect example: Years ago, I had just been introduced to a very wealthy parishioner who is an attorney. In making small talk, I asked if he had any hobbies. He replied that he collected Jaguars. I replied, "Wow! That's neat. Is that legal within the city limits?" Evidently, he meant the automobile. {{{ sigh }}} It's tough being blond.
My mom's a redhead. She'd never make a mistake like that. Nope... I'm blond to the bone.
Decided that was so funny, I posted the story as a Facebook status update. You and others may be surprised by it, but none of my parishioners will be. They'll just go, "Yeah, sounds like Rick."
True story: Many years ago my blonde friend, Terry, and I were seated at a large table with other members of our group. Cocktail hour was ending and we were waiting for the dinner to begin. Someone mentioned that "Bob's" birthday was September 29th, to which a surprised Terry exclaimed, "I didn't know Bob was born in Leap Year!"
I must be remarkably blonde cos I don't even see the joke :(
ReplyDeleteMaze, Cathy, maze. A maze of one?
ReplyDeleteSaw this the other day and had a good laugh until I read about the poor blonde who was so traumatized by this maze...seemed she was told to keep going to her left...well, once she figured out which was left she ended up going in circles for hours until she broke down sobbing and had to be rescued...
ReplyDeleteRenz, I post blond jokes so seldom, because they can be so cruel, as in the case you mention.
ReplyDeleteOh, youall have mazes in corn fields?... I geddit!!! I wasn't thinking of that sort of maze. In fact, I was thinking of maize. Oh well, that's all still pretty blonde.
ReplyDeleteBTW this is off topic, but I normally arrive at Wounded Bird each day by googling "Wounded Bird" and that gives me the link. Google has been doing some silly things lately where you google something and it says, "did you mean ..." and then it gives you something completely different starting with the same letter. Tonight it said, "Did you mean 'Undead Bird'? Anyway, Mimi, if the zombies ever get you or you get transformed into a vampire or a werewolf, I think that is what you should rename your blog.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, Mimi, thank you for being one of my Why Nots." This comment will make more sense when you get back to the other thread.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking of maize.
ReplyDeleteCathy, I think that is intentional - to throw you a bit off balance.
Should I change the name now to ward off the vampires by making them think I am already one of them?
Renz, thank you. How lovely of you. I read your comment over there already.
It looks hard to me.
ReplyDeleteCathy, we have corn mazes here too, usually in working farms that are also part used as play farms with petting zoos, indoor play areas etc.
ReplyDeleteRick, are you blond?
ReplyDeleteErika, I thought you must have corn mazes in England. What was planted in the fields with the crop circles?
Oh yes, I'm blond, Grandmere! Check my photo on Facebook. It's difficult being a blond priest. Perfect example: Years ago, I had just been introduced to a very wealthy parishioner who is an attorney. In making small talk, I asked if he had any hobbies. He replied that he collected Jaguars. I replied, "Wow! That's neat. Is that legal within the city limits?" Evidently, he meant the automobile. {{{ sigh }}} It's tough being blond.
ReplyDeleteRick, your hair looks sort of reddish in the FB picture.
ReplyDeleteLove the Jaguar story!
ReplyDeleteMy mom's a redhead. She'd never make a mistake like that. Nope... I'm blond to the bone.
ReplyDeleteDecided that was so funny, I posted the story as a Facebook status update. You and others may be surprised by it, but none of my parishioners will be. They'll just go, "Yeah, sounds like Rick."
I don't usually like "blond" jokes - but this one just made me laugh-- so had to share.
ReplyDeleteTrue story: Many years ago my blonde friend, Terry, and I were seated at a large table with other members of our group. Cocktail hour was ending and we were waiting for the dinner to begin. Someone mentioned that "Bob's" birthday was September 29th, to which a surprised Terry exclaimed, "I didn't know Bob was born in Leap Year!"
ReplyDeleteRenz, I must thank Terry. All these years I never realized that my daughter was born in a Leap Year.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason, I always wanted a boy child with red hair.
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