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surprise
Last night late the Yehudah menage were almost all in a state
approaching catalepsy, zonked out by a mind-numbing program on tv that Patty insisted on watching, when suddenly there arose such a clatter I sprang out of bed (or off the couch) to see what was the matter. . ..Oops, sorry 'bout that. Anyway, I discovered Samantha in the kitchen presiding over the death throes of a small, wild rabbit. I picked it up and escorted it outside, but by the time I set it down, it had kicked its last kick. Notice I referred to the critter as 'it.' If I don't depersonalize something like that very quickly or make light-hearted comments about it, I get all maudlin and teary-eyed, especially after a couple of beers. Patty sometimes thinks I'm cold-hearted because I make inappropriate jokes but she doesn't understand that it's a defense mechanism. To one who thinks, life is a comedy; to one who feels, life is a tragedy. As with most humans I am composed of both tendencies and therefore have to make a conscious effort to go with my head rather than my heart. As Abe Lincoln once said, "I have to laugh to keep from crying." -- Welshmen like to sing, but to me it sounds as if someone is jumping from a high place into a bathtub full of frogs. And every time I stepped out of the car to relieve myself, the sheep would back towards me with expectant looks on their faces. |
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Poor bunny. I understand. I think we all do it to some degree. Condolences
on the unknown bunny. Karen "David Yehudah" wrote in message ... Last night late the Yehudah menage were almost all in a state approaching catalepsy, zonked out by a mind-numbing program on tv that Patty insisted on watching, when suddenly there arose such a clatter I sprang out of bed (or off the couch) to see what was the matter. . .Oops, sorry 'bout that. Anyway, I discovered Samantha in the kitchen presiding over the death throes of a small, wild rabbit. I picked it up and escorted it outside, but by the time I set it down, it had kicked its last kick. Notice I referred to the critter as 'it.' If I don't depersonalize something like that very quickly or make light-hearted comments about it, I get all maudlin and teary-eyed, especially after a couple of beers. Patty sometimes thinks I'm cold-hearted because I make inappropriate jokes but she doesn't understand that it's a defense mechanism. To one who thinks, life is a comedy; to one who feels, life is a tragedy. As with most humans I am composed of both tendencies and therefore have to make a conscious effort to go with my head rather than my heart. As Abe Lincoln once said, "I have to laugh to keep from crying." -- Welshmen like to sing, but to me it sounds as if someone is jumping from a high place into a bathtub full of frogs. And every time I stepped out of the car to relieve myself, the sheep would back towards me with expectant looks on their faces. |
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Poor bunny. I understand. I think we all do it to some degree. Condolences
on the unknown bunny. Karen "David Yehudah" wrote in message ... Last night late the Yehudah menage were almost all in a state approaching catalepsy, zonked out by a mind-numbing program on tv that Patty insisted on watching, when suddenly there arose such a clatter I sprang out of bed (or off the couch) to see what was the matter. . .Oops, sorry 'bout that. Anyway, I discovered Samantha in the kitchen presiding over the death throes of a small, wild rabbit. I picked it up and escorted it outside, but by the time I set it down, it had kicked its last kick. Notice I referred to the critter as 'it.' If I don't depersonalize something like that very quickly or make light-hearted comments about it, I get all maudlin and teary-eyed, especially after a couple of beers. Patty sometimes thinks I'm cold-hearted because I make inappropriate jokes but she doesn't understand that it's a defense mechanism. To one who thinks, life is a comedy; to one who feels, life is a tragedy. As with most humans I am composed of both tendencies and therefore have to make a conscious effort to go with my head rather than my heart. As Abe Lincoln once said, "I have to laugh to keep from crying." -- Welshmen like to sing, but to me it sounds as if someone is jumping from a high place into a bathtub full of frogs. And every time I stepped out of the car to relieve myself, the sheep would back towards me with expectant looks on their faces. |
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I'm sorry that happened to you, Dave. Purrs for the rabbit.
Christine "David Yehudah" wrote in message ... Last night late the Yehudah menage were almost all in a state approaching catalepsy, zonked out by a mind-numbing program on tv that Patty insisted on watching, when suddenly there arose such a clatter I sprang out of bed (or off the couch) to see what was the matter. . .Oops, sorry 'bout that. Anyway, I discovered Samantha in the kitchen presiding over the death throes of a small, wild rabbit. I picked it up and escorted it outside, but by the time I set it down, it had kicked its last kick. Notice I referred to the critter as 'it.' If I don't depersonalize something like that very quickly or make light-hearted comments about it, I get all maudlin and teary-eyed, especially after a couple of beers. Patty sometimes thinks I'm cold-hearted because I make inappropriate jokes but she doesn't understand that it's a defense mechanism. To one who thinks, life is a comedy; to one who feels, life is a tragedy. As with most humans I am composed of both tendencies and therefore have to make a conscious effort to go with my head rather than my heart. As Abe Lincoln once said, "I have to laugh to keep from crying." -- Welshmen like to sing, but to me it sounds as if someone is jumping from a high place into a bathtub full of frogs. And every time I stepped out of the car to relieve myself, the sheep would back towards me with expectant looks on their faces. |
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I'm sorry that happened to you, Dave. Purrs for the rabbit.
Christine "David Yehudah" wrote in message ... Last night late the Yehudah menage were almost all in a state approaching catalepsy, zonked out by a mind-numbing program on tv that Patty insisted on watching, when suddenly there arose such a clatter I sprang out of bed (or off the couch) to see what was the matter. . .Oops, sorry 'bout that. Anyway, I discovered Samantha in the kitchen presiding over the death throes of a small, wild rabbit. I picked it up and escorted it outside, but by the time I set it down, it had kicked its last kick. Notice I referred to the critter as 'it.' If I don't depersonalize something like that very quickly or make light-hearted comments about it, I get all maudlin and teary-eyed, especially after a couple of beers. Patty sometimes thinks I'm cold-hearted because I make inappropriate jokes but she doesn't understand that it's a defense mechanism. To one who thinks, life is a comedy; to one who feels, life is a tragedy. As with most humans I am composed of both tendencies and therefore have to make a conscious effort to go with my head rather than my heart. As Abe Lincoln once said, "I have to laugh to keep from crying." -- Welshmen like to sing, but to me it sounds as if someone is jumping from a high place into a bathtub full of frogs. And every time I stepped out of the car to relieve myself, the sheep would back towards me with expectant looks on their faces. |
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"David Yehudah" wrote in message
... Last night late the Yehudah menage were almost all in a state approaching catalepsy, zonked out by a mind-numbing program on tv that Patty insisted on watching, when suddenly there arose such a clatter I sprang out of bed (or off the couch) to see what was the matter. . .Oops, sorry 'bout that. Anyway, I discovered Samantha in the kitchen presiding over the death throes of a small, wild rabbit. I picked it up and escorted it outside, but by the time I set it down, it had kicked its last kick. Awwwwwwww poor bun-bun. We have a nesting pair in a brush-pile at the very back of our yard. IF (and I do mean IF) I can drag my pasty white bod out of bed early enough in the morning, I get to see them frolicking in the yard. Once I saw them right near the bedroom window, at the edge of the driveway playing a game of reverse-leapfrog (bun A running at bun B would NOT jump over bun B, but instead bun B hopped straight up & bun A ended up running underneath bun B). Also, poor Samantha & mean you for taking away her 'toy'. Notice I referred to the critter as 'it.' If I don't depersonalize something like that very quickly or make light-hearted comments about it, I get all maudlin and teary-eyed, especially after a couple of beers. Patty sometimes thinks I'm cold-hearted because I make inappropriate jokes but she doesn't understand that it's a defense mechanism. Don't feel too bad about that - I have that same 'defense'. In 1988 my father passed away while in the hospital, waiting for heart surgery, which they couln't perform because his kidneys were failing, they tried to 'jump-start' his kidneys with dialysis, but it wasn't helping. And they couldn't do a kidney transplant due to his failing heart. It was a catch-22 situation, and he ended up dying in his sleep one night. He had bad vlaves, and to this day I say that they were going to do 'valve job' on my father. Some people thingk I'm really crass for that. Sigh. To one who thinks, life is a comedy; to one who feels, life is a tragedy. As with most humans I am composed of both tendencies and therefore have to make a conscious effort to go with my head rather than my heart. As Abe Lincoln once said, "I have to laugh to keep from crying." I definatley fall into this category. Another defense is to 'ignore things and they will go away', but that rarely works, because said things usually come back to bite me in my pasty white @$$. -- The ONE and ONLY lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy former-blonde in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)© email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep |
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"David Yehudah" wrote in message
... Last night late the Yehudah menage were almost all in a state approaching catalepsy, zonked out by a mind-numbing program on tv that Patty insisted on watching, when suddenly there arose such a clatter I sprang out of bed (or off the couch) to see what was the matter. . .Oops, sorry 'bout that. Anyway, I discovered Samantha in the kitchen presiding over the death throes of a small, wild rabbit. I picked it up and escorted it outside, but by the time I set it down, it had kicked its last kick. Awwwwwwww poor bun-bun. We have a nesting pair in a brush-pile at the very back of our yard. IF (and I do mean IF) I can drag my pasty white bod out of bed early enough in the morning, I get to see them frolicking in the yard. Once I saw them right near the bedroom window, at the edge of the driveway playing a game of reverse-leapfrog (bun A running at bun B would NOT jump over bun B, but instead bun B hopped straight up & bun A ended up running underneath bun B). Also, poor Samantha & mean you for taking away her 'toy'. Notice I referred to the critter as 'it.' If I don't depersonalize something like that very quickly or make light-hearted comments about it, I get all maudlin and teary-eyed, especially after a couple of beers. Patty sometimes thinks I'm cold-hearted because I make inappropriate jokes but she doesn't understand that it's a defense mechanism. Don't feel too bad about that - I have that same 'defense'. In 1988 my father passed away while in the hospital, waiting for heart surgery, which they couln't perform because his kidneys were failing, they tried to 'jump-start' his kidneys with dialysis, but it wasn't helping. And they couldn't do a kidney transplant due to his failing heart. It was a catch-22 situation, and he ended up dying in his sleep one night. He had bad vlaves, and to this day I say that they were going to do 'valve job' on my father. Some people thingk I'm really crass for that. Sigh. To one who thinks, life is a comedy; to one who feels, life is a tragedy. As with most humans I am composed of both tendencies and therefore have to make a conscious effort to go with my head rather than my heart. As Abe Lincoln once said, "I have to laugh to keep from crying." I definatley fall into this category. Another defense is to 'ignore things and they will go away', but that rarely works, because said things usually come back to bite me in my pasty white @$$. -- The ONE and ONLY lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy former-blonde in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)© email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep |
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David Yehudah wrote in message ... -- Welshmen like to sing, but to me it sounds as if someone is jumping from a high place into a bathtub full of frogs. And every time I stepped out of the car to relieve myself, the sheep would back towards me with expectant looks on their faces. Poor little rabbit. I try not to get too attached to bunnies, when so many of them end up as cat food. In other meanderings .... Dave, where DID you get that sig from? Jeanette |
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David Yehudah wrote in message ... -- Welshmen like to sing, but to me it sounds as if someone is jumping from a high place into a bathtub full of frogs. And every time I stepped out of the car to relieve myself, the sheep would back towards me with expectant looks on their faces. Poor little rabbit. I try not to get too attached to bunnies, when so many of them end up as cat food. In other meanderings .... Dave, where DID you get that sig from? Jeanette |
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F'Gawd's sake, Dave....how did this rabbit get into your kitchen? Into your
house, for that matter? "Jeanette" wrote in message . net... : : David Yehudah wrote in message : ... : : -- : Welshmen like to sing, but to me it sounds as if someone is jumping from : a high place into a bathtub full of frogs. And every time I stepped out : of the car to relieve myself, the sheep would back towards me with : expectant looks on their faces. : : : Poor little rabbit. I try not to get too attached to bunnies, when so many : of them end up as cat food. : : In other meanderings .... Dave, where DID you get that sig from? : : Jeanette : : |
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