My [redacted] Journey

A teacher's search for inner peace.


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My Silly Side


Wilbur S. Man, Happy Hanukkah! snowman

Wilbur S. Man, Happy Hanukkah! snowman

December 19, 2013

Dear Readers,

I am switching it up today.  As the title announced, this is my silly side.

I have been known to have conversations with stuffed animals, real animals, aka pets, plants and even a figurine or two.  Ok, I’ll wait until the laughter subsides.  If you haven’t met Wilbur S. Man, he is the little Happy Hanukkah snowman pictured at the top of this post.  This is Writing Day 9 and I am getting a bit silly.  And, this is the last week in school before vacation.  And this is the last week for my book club to meet.  And this is the week of my niece’s graduation from Northern Arizona University.  Just thought I’d slip that in.  Congratulations, Liz!

So you see, dear Readers, I’m a bit overwhelmed at the moment and a bit silly, hence, Wilbur S. Man.  I’ve taken pictures of Wilbur out and about and around town.  You know, like those hideous gnome things that roam the world and people take pictures of them and post them.  Well, almost the same thing, except Wilbur is cuter.

Wilbur in the Arizona desert, inside a potted plant, inside a house, somewhere around town.

Wilbur in the Arizona desert, inside a potted plant, inside a house, somewhere around town.

Mr. S. Man outside Superior Court.

Mr. S. Man outside Superior Court.

Wilbur, horsing around in a neighbor's elephant planter.

Wilbur, horsing around in a neighbor’s elephant planter.

Wilbur S. Man hanging around the Christmas tree.

Wilbur S. Man hanging around the Christmas tree.

Thank you, dear Readers for allowing my indulgence.  I needed to let off a little steam.  I feel better.  Peace, ~v.


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Self-Promotion, Shameless


December 14, 2013

Dear Readers,

As the title suggests, this is shameless self-promotion (to hyphenate or not hyphenate?).  I have been busy today creating.  I have another blog on-line and I was busy writing for it.  I think that qualifies as far as my goal is concerned.  Today is Writing Day 4 in a bid to write for 14 days.  My new blog is called Az Teacher.  Check it out, it’s a little like this one (that was sarcasm because it is a lot like this one, so far.)

I’d like to blur the lines of my life.  I want all of the different selves inside of me to merge.  “What the flock is she saying?” I’m sure some of you may be asking.  But, it makes perfect sense to me.  If you like my new blog, cool, because I will be posting to my timeline still.  And if you don’t want to read my new blog, cool, because I will be posting to my timeline still (See, I told you I was funny 😉   Here it is again in case you missed it:  http://teacheraz.blogspot.com/  Peace, ~v.


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Make ‘Em Laugh


August 26, 2013

Daily Prompt:  Funny Ha-Ha  Do you consider yourself funny? What role does humor play in your life?  Who’s the funniest person you know?

Dear Readers,

A horse walks into a bar, bartender says, “Why the long face?”

I am funny.  No, really, I am.  I mean, I’m not saying I can make you laugh until you cry.  But, yeah, I’m funny.  I’m not a stand-up comedian kind of funny, but I am funny.  And I’m not sure you would call my humor poignant or political, but, yes, I am quite sure I am funny.

“If it’s not one thing, it’s another,” said Mrs. Murphy when her nose stopped bleeding.

My humor is also not of the intellectual bent, a la Oscar Wilde.  Witness:

“If I am occasionally a little over-dressed, I make up for it by being always immensely over-educated.” – Oscar Wilde, The Importance of being Earnest

And although I have been known to snicker at a bit of pompous humor, it is certainly not my forte.

An incoming freshman at the university asks the senior B.M.O.C., “Do you know where the library is at?”  The snobby senior answers, “You never end a sentence with a preposition.”  To which the freshman replies, “Ok.  Do you know where the library is at, asshole?”

Whew, you’ll have to excuse me.  This may not be indicative of the humor I generally display, but just typing these jokes, I crack myself up!    Ok, here’s another one.

Jack admits he has “lost” both his parents, Lady Bracknell replies: “To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.” – Oscar Wilde The Importance of Being Earnest

Puns seem to tickle me.  They say that puns are the lowest form of humor and I like that.  Puns have always been right at my level.

Why was 6 afraid of 7?  Because 7 8 9!

There I go again!  Ooh, I crack me up.  I’m on a roll, now.  Here’s a few oldies but goodies:

What do you call a guy with no arms and legs in a pile of leaves?  Russell.

What do you call a girl with no arms and legs on a jewelry counter?  Ruby.

Ok dear Readers, let me see if I can compose myself somehow.   I fear I might have offended some of you with those last two.  My apologies, I seem to be getting off track.  Now let’s see, where were we?  Ah yes, humor, and my being funny.  I do enjoy a good play on words.

A man sits alone at the bar.  No one else in the joint except the man and the bartender.  The man hears someone say, “My, that’s a nice tie you’re wearing.”  “Excuse me?” says the man.  “Did you just say something?”  “Not me,” says the bartender.  Again, the man hears a voice, “Hey buddy, you look like you’ve lost some weight.”  And again the bartender denies having spoken.  Finally, after hearing, “Wow!  You sure look good!”  the man challenges the bartender, “If you’re not the one talking, who is?”  The bartender looks around and remembers, “Oh yeah, it’s not me, it’s the peanuts, they’re complimentary.”

So there you have it dear Readers.  I am not funny.  Oh sure, I can continue to keep up the charade, but we both know the truth.  And when I think about it, it doesn’t seem fair that I be smart and beautiful and funny.  No dear Readers, I cannot be selfish, I will keep my beauty and my brains and throw funny back, like catch and release.  Now that was almost funny, right?  Right…

Well dear Readers, I think I had better call it  night.  The more I argue that I am funny, the less funny I become, if in fact, that is even possible.  Suffice it to say, I have always wanted to be funny, ergo, I think, therefore, I am.  Or something like that.  Say goodnight, Gracie.  Goodnight Gracie.

How come cannibals don’t eat clowns?  Because they taste funny.

Peace, ~v.

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