Wednesday Hodgepodge # 317…

Hello again!  It’s time for The Wednesday Hodgepodge.  As always, thank you to our gracious hostess, Joyce, for keeping this fun meme going.  This is edition 317, and that’s a lot of Hodgepodge!  Here are this week’s questions:

1. Do your actions match your words? Elaborate.

Yes, I think they do, for the most part.  I think everyone, at one time or another, has said they’d do something that just didn’t pan out for some reason, but I always give it my best shot.

2. Sick as a dog, go to the dogs, dog days of summer, dog tired, it’s a dog’s life, every dog has it’s day, can’t teach an old dog new tricks…now doggone it which saying could most recently be applied to your life?

I’m going to say “dog days of summer”!  It’s dreadfully hot and humid here, plus there’s an over-abundance of mosquitoes and gnats making it nearly impossible to spend any time outside.  It’s miserable, and the ground is so wet my shepherd’s hooks keep falling over, leaving my hanging baskets on the ground!

3. Your favorite book featuring a dog in the storyline? What makes it a favorite?

Marley & Me.  Actually, I’m cheating a bit, because I own the book, but haven’t actually read it, yet.  However, I’ve seen the movie twice, and loved it–except for the ending.  It’s a classic tale of a young married couple who adopt a puppy to be their “first child”.

4. What’s something you hope to one day have the confidence to do?

Maybe I’ll fly in a helicopter or an airplane, who knows?  There’s always parasailing, too, but I’ll still die a happy woman if I never do any of these things.

5. August 16th is National Tell a Joke Day. So tell us a joke.

A child psychologist had twin boys—one was an optimist; the other, a pessimist. Just to see what would happen, on Christmas Day he loaded the pessimist’s room with toys and games. In the optimist’s room, he dumped a pile of horse droppings.

That night, the father found the pessimist surrounded by his gifts, crying.

“What’s wrong?” the father asked.

“I have a ton of game manuals to read … I need batteries … and my toys will all eventually get broken!” sobbed the pessimist.

Passing the optimist’s room, the father found him dancing for joy around the pile of manure. “Why are you so happy?” he asked.

The optimist shouted, “There’s got to be a pony in here somewhere!”

Random:

Last week, I forgot to post about our little grandson’s  recent mishap.

Chase fell off the end of a basketball arcade game, and broke his left arm–on the Friday of weekend church camp.  He broke both of the bones in the lower arm.

Thankfully, Chase has had very little pain with his broken arm.  He even managed to attend camp for a few hours, on Saturday, and, thanks to some plastic bags, was even able to get into the pool a little bit.

The following Tuesday, Chase was also able to get a  neon cast, in the colors of his favorite wrestler, The Ultimate Warrior!  Just look at that smile!

Chase even managed to get his awesome cast autographed by one of our area newsmen, Dal Cannady, last Friday, while taking a tour of “The Storm Chaser” (weather lab on wheels).

All’s well that ends well, right?  Five more weeks and Chase’s arm should be as good as new!

**all photos belong to Chase’s mom