Jim, testicle reminded me of a story a minister friend of mine used to tell. He said when he was in high school he had teacher who loved to give pop quizzes, which he called “quizzies.” One of the girls in the class didn’t fare too well on one of those, and in a moment of frustration when she got her quiz back she blurted out: “If that was one of your quizzies, I’d hate to see one of your testies.”
hahaha one night many many years ago when my daughter was a teen, I was upstairs in our townhouse in bed but awake waiting for her to come home. I heard my daughter and some friends come in the door downstairs and then I heard what sounded like crying to me. I was so frightened that I ran downstairs in my nightgown and confronted my daughter and a number of her friends (including males) in the kitchen giggling and laughing as teen girls will do. I embarrassed everyone. I still remember the stunned expressions on their faces as they all turned as one to face me, deer caught in the headlights. hahaha
You remind me that it’s better to laugh than be too sober, James, and i don’t mean any port in a storm, I mean sober sides, you know! Thanks for your laugh of the day.
There’s a children’s game we played 60 years ago in the Peace River country, Canada, called “Ante I Over.” It’s featured in a “Nebraska Folklore Pamphlet” and explained this way:
Any kind of ball about the size of a baseball can be used for this game. The players divide into two equal groups. The ball is thrown over a small building, high board fence, hedge, or curtain which hides one group from the other. Each group has an umpire who checks on the opposite team. The ball is thrown by any member of the group, who says, “Ante I Over.” The group on the other
side make ready to catch. If it comes back the same side you yell “Pigtail” or something, and if it goes over the other side the team on the other side has to catch it. If they don’t I forget what happens, lol, but that could be called a form of reincarnationism or ante-i-overism, the belief that our soul flies up on the roof and comes back the other side. Okay, I know it’s lame. Over to you, James.
Of course. I’m a senior. That was during the early 1950s. We actually lived in North Rolla, 23 miles north of Dawson Creek. I left when I was 14 and went to boarding school to complete my high school. Haven’t been back for many years. I don’t really miss it, too darn cold and isolated, but people could have fun there and it was a good place to raise children.
Christina, you have a fascinating short bio that I read on WordPress, haven’t gone further. Yes, there were shepherds in the Peace, if that’s where you were, and a shepherdess would have to love isolation. I was a lonely child due to the isolation and my parents didn’t interact with the neighbors to any extent. I was also a weird little kid, heh heh, and still am. Thanks for the memories, this takes me down memory lane, and I can reframe it actually, and remember, too, that the Peace was a beautiful country with rugged people.
Sounds like an interesting game, Kenna. Not one we played in Texas when I was young. But I like it.
Great word of the week, Jim. I’ll be collecting these, for sure. I grew up with a punster father and learned to be pretty good at keeping up with him. I love how you can think up such words. They are original, aren’t they? Callanisms?
hahahahahaha you’re priceless, thanks for my laugh of the night. Sometimes I think I’m surrounded by bozone, but then I guess if I recognize it then it isn’t true, I hope that’s right.
Welcome back to the blogging world. I miss the way you scatter words on a piece of paper. I’ve been running from a lot of steamrollers lately, and I hear the siren of the flatulence in the distance.
No hypotheticals?!?!? Would kill creativity and all of my murder victims along with it~
Enjoy your holidays, hypothetically, of course~
Thanks. And hypothetically, if there were no New Year, would we say, Happy Old Year”?
Jim, testicle reminded me of a story a minister friend of mine used to tell. He said when he was in high school he had teacher who loved to give pop quizzes, which he called “quizzies.” One of the girls in the class didn’t fare too well on one of those, and in a moment of frustration when she got her quiz back she blurted out: “If that was one of your quizzies, I’d hate to see one of your testies.”
Great story, Stephen. Thanks.
hahaha one night many many years ago when my daughter was a teen, I was upstairs in our townhouse in bed but awake waiting for her to come home. I heard my daughter and some friends come in the door downstairs and then I heard what sounded like crying to me. I was so frightened that I ran downstairs in my nightgown and confronted my daughter and a number of her friends (including males) in the kitchen giggling and laughing as teen girls will do. I embarrassed everyone. I still remember the stunned expressions on their faces as they all turned as one to face me, deer caught in the headlights. hahaha
I’m sure many moms can relate to that story. Thanks for sharing.
You remind me that it’s better to laugh than be too sober, James, and i don’t mean any port in a storm, I mean sober sides, you know! Thanks for your laugh of the day.
I like that – better to laugh than be too sober. Thanks, Kenna.
There’s a children’s game we played 60 years ago in the Peace River country, Canada, called “Ante I Over.” It’s featured in a “Nebraska Folklore Pamphlet” and explained this way:
Any kind of ball about the size of a baseball can be used for this game. The players divide into two equal groups. The ball is thrown over a small building, high board fence, hedge, or curtain which hides one group from the other. Each group has an umpire who checks on the opposite team. The ball is thrown by any member of the group, who says, “Ante I Over.” The group on the other
side make ready to catch. If it comes back the same side you yell “Pigtail” or something, and if it goes over the other side the team on the other side has to catch it. If they don’t I forget what happens, lol, but that could be called a form of reincarnationism or ante-i-overism, the belief that our soul flies up on the roof and comes back the other side. Okay, I know it’s lame. Over to you, James.
Peace River, I lived up in Clear Hills for years – west of Dixonville. Mind you, they were no longer playing that game by then.
Of course. I’m a senior. That was during the early 1950s. We actually lived in North Rolla, 23 miles north of Dawson Creek. I left when I was 14 and went to boarding school to complete my high school. Haven’t been back for many years. I don’t really miss it, too darn cold and isolated, but people could have fun there and it was a good place to raise children.
Good to hear from you. I loved the isolation, but yes, summers were indeed short.
My best,
C
Christina, you have a fascinating short bio that I read on WordPress, haven’t gone further. Yes, there were shepherds in the Peace, if that’s where you were, and a shepherdess would have to love isolation. I was a lonely child due to the isolation and my parents didn’t interact with the neighbors to any extent. I was also a weird little kid, heh heh, and still am. Thanks for the memories, this takes me down memory lane, and I can reframe it actually, and remember, too, that the Peace was a beautiful country with rugged people.
Sounds like an interesting game, Kenna. Not one we played in Texas when I was young. But I like it.
Even if they’re not original, they’re a lot of fun.
Not lame at all. I like it. And I guarantee, not all of the definitions of the week will be original. But they will be fun, anyway.
Great word of the week, Jim. I’ll be collecting these, for sure. I grew up with a punster father and learned to be pretty good at keeping up with him. I love how you can think up such words. They are original, aren’t they? Callanisms?
As always, Eileen, I’m happy for you to share with your students and friends.
I just knew the atmosphere was changing. Forget about CO2 – bozone is the real problem!
Amen. I feel it creeping all around me. Thanks for the comment.
hahahahahaha you’re priceless, thanks for my laugh of the night. Sometimes I think I’m surrounded by bozone, but then I guess if I recognize it then it isn’t true, I hope that’s right.
We all need a laugh each day. Maybe several. And I think you are right: if you recognize it, must not apply to you. Thanks for the comment.
Welcome back to the blogging world. I miss the way you scatter words on a piece of paper. I’ve been running from a lot of steamrollers lately, and I hear the siren of the flatulence in the distance.
Welcome, James. Great to see you on Triberr. Looking forward to your blogs.