I am not of the male mortal species…
Source: About the Blogger
I am not of the male mortal species…
Source: About the Blogger
Mullin Ponder had no idea what they were in for. Not a clue.
When we* entered into the wonderful creative business world of mull and pondering, we were not aware of the amount of energy that it takes to run this business.
To be perfectly honest, it’s….well…..it’s exhausting.
So exhausting that we seem to only have the energy to blog about it, oh let’s say, once a year? (that is a rhetorical question mark BTW) (and please don’t ask us to explain BTW…seriously?…no, I mean- SERIOUSLY)
However, we are aware that, with no small amount of humbleness, our gift in the art of mull and pondering supersedes that of any other Wanna Bees in this creative field. And because we are still telling the whole truth and nothing but, we knew it would have been very selfish, in fact almost sin-like, not to share this talent with the rest of The Universe. In actual fact, not spreading our kind of wisdom far and wide would border on the sociopathic tendencies. (Very scary)
Without further ado, we will lay down some facts about M&P-ing for our faithful follower(s). Before committing to this art form please be aware of the following
I* rest my case.
(*just a reminder that “I” and “we” mean the same thing in the land of Mullin Ponder
Please note our next blog is going to be amazing and full of The Awestruck Gazer’s photographs….if we can figure out how to upload pics…..aaarrggh. (WordPress, why is it so difficult to do stuff on this site? like adding a photie to the blog?? Aaargh again. Or maybe it’s because we are still in a state of exhausted brain syndrome – which will now and forever more be referred to as EBS – because we have a deep desire to be politically correct. And ALL Political Correctness’s are INITIALIZED). Here endeth the lesson.
And I’m trying to think of something clever and amusing, but we are neither. Clever nor amused.
And “why would that be ?” they said. ‘They’ being The Chosen Few Loyal Follower(s) of Mullin Ponder.
“I’ll tell you why” Head Honcho replied.
But first I’m away for a coffee – because I cannot brain.
……with a fantabulous new design for this very busy blog…….
Artists involved with this fabbo new creation are, naturally, from Our Design Team right here locally in MullinPonder. We are blessed
Poor wee blog.
Left all alone for so long.
Reminds me of that famous poem – penned so many lifetimes ago.
(WARNING and apologies. The * word offends today, but in its defense I’m fairly certain it was invented as a slang word for all the lazy British people who found the word ‘cigarette’ way to cumbersome and long to say.)
“Oh little *fag-end small and round,
Lying there upon the ground,
whose great mouth you once adorned,
but now you look so lost and forlorn.
Oh little *fag-end do not fret,
There is still a draw left in you yet.
So little blog do not fret
You have not been forgotten yet.
Just kind of put to the side – for a wee while – but your Mommy will be back really soon. See, the thing is – it’s Summer where you live, and she is super-duper occupied with the Business of Mulling and Pondering. So when she returns there will be oh so much to blog about. Believe me little blog – you will be one happy camper!
The other very legitimate reason you have been a bit neglected is because of that magnet on the fridge. Remember? The one that states quite clearly –
“God made rainy days so that gardeners will get the housework done and write a blog or two”.
And this has been the driest Summer since the offspring were in diapers. Which was 20-30 years ago. It’s true. Honest. Re the lack of rain and offspring diaper wearing days.
So you know who is in charge of the weather. I have to say though I’m a little hesitant about playing the blame game in this instance….because….because…..well YOU KNOW WHO controls the weather! So we shall not be tangoing with this subject anymore.
In the meantime here are a few photies of Summertime when the livin’ is easy. The fish are also jumping and the cotton is oh so high.
We shall return.
In the meantime I hope our Faithful Few Follower(s) are having a great summer.
To be quite honest or Frank* (I’ve decided to be honest because so far we have no idea who this Frank is). What was I saying? O right. The following is a list of Whole Truths –
In other news……
Speaking of Mother’s Day – !
I received a goodly amount of royal treatment including a delicious supper at Blair & Kristin’s. Here are the prezzies I got from The Most Awesome Family in the Whole Wide World.
and this –
And much rejoicing was heard throughout the land and the people declared , “this assuredly is Our Sign of Hope that indeed our Winter has passed and the time of singing has come!” The people were of one accord as they sang praises to the Good and Great Creator of All.
and finally! -this-
AND THUS IT WAS SO!
And Lo! Another greater cry was heard throughout the land. The people came together as one and shouted “YOU’VE GOT TO BE JOKING…….
also this –
“It is a day for a Coming Together of the Minds over Coffee and Mr. Selfridge. So – get the Starbucks a-brewing at Mullin Ponder Headquarters. Yes, I’ll bring the goodies – we know there are strict no baking and no grocery shopping policies…over yonder at Mullin Ponder.”
I could also have blogged about it being my oldest son, Blair’s 34th (!!!) birthday on that very same Snow Day, the 6th May, 2015, along with this picture –
But – too late – it’s rather poor taste to post the same thing on two sites. (Note to self: either limit Facebook posts, or blog same rubbish on Mullin Ponder in a cleverly re-written fashion so that our Faithful Few Blog Follower(s) (FFBs) will not find themselves in a pondering state of “..Hmm…pretty sure I’ve read this crap before……yawn …”
One final very important truth to tell. I was worried that our already blossoming pear tree may have become quite sad due to last week’s Merry Month of May Snowfall but I am over the moon with rejoicing because here it is in all its awesome blossoming beauty! The bees are buzzing joyfully within and around the blossoms doing their thing. Before I get a ton of comments (so funny am I) – We do know that the correct term for bees doing their thing is pollinating.
Bountiful Blessings of Blossoming Blossoms from our Heavenly Father. (wow..what a load of ‘beezz’) (Sorry, couldn’t resist…heh,heh..)
Feeling grateful for not being in a state of “O Woe Is Me” and that I didn’t have to change the name of Mullin Ponder to Mopen Pout.
S’all true. Nothing but.
Any words or sayings that has *, or **, or **** means ‘currently be researched by Worldwide Global Research Team of Mullin Ponder.’
Dear Mullin Ponder Reader(s)
And why are we in this state of chufftiness?
Without any Further Ado or Ands, Ifs and Butts..(oops, wrong spelling) I meant Buts, not Butts…….read on.
The Head Honcho was thrilled at the amazing number of comments and likes that were left on last week’s blog. She immediately sent out an edict to all the employees of Mullin Ponder stating that no small amount of effort would be made to ensure that a blog would be published more than once a year. She reminded us that in this Business of Blogging (BoB) it’s all about satisfying the Faithful Follower(s) wants and needs. We agreed. After all, this kind of wisdom is the reason Head Honcho gets paid the big bucks.
(I’m a bit worried about how easy it is getting to lie on here)
Here is the excitement that has happened since last week. All true. Scout’s Honour.
DS* came home from a ten day business trip to the Far East (of Canada, you fools). His return home was the cause of much rejoicing for more than one reason. A sense of relief and teeny tiny joy was experienced upon discovering that only six of the ten dress shirts he packed had been worn. What is more amazing is that they are already laundered and back in a very full closet. I know! Shock and Awe. (He read last week’s blog and said “I don’t have THIRTY FOUR shirts”. I said “Oh yes you do – go and count them”. Which he did. I was right….naturally)
Another reason for the rejoicing is that I have not eaten a left-over pancake with peanut butter and jam for supper since his return. To be perfectly frank** I’m a bit iffy on adding this to the rejoicing list. It’s a good quick nutritious delicious meal. You got your protein in the peanut butter, your dairy in the pancake, and your fruits and veggies in the jam. Need I say more.
DS has also been shopping. Our home supplies of TP, red meat, bananas and corn have been replenished. Here is a picture as proof.
I won’t bore you with more pics of TP, bulk meat etc. Been there. Done that.
Whilst tossing ten days worth of DS’s Unmentionable’s into the laundry machine lo and behold I came upon this cute little blue velvet box. You can imagine the excitement! Or maybe you don’t give a toss. (oh clever, see what I did there? tossing…toss..)
Alas! Upon opening it……..
…..I took a wild guess and decided it must have been given to DS at The Company’s sales meeting. And I couldn’t seem to make it work as a ring anyway, which I really didn’t mind.
His company finally realized that he has been in their employ for nigh on forty-four years. (Count them. FORTY-FOUR!!) Bless him.
That is the reason they gave him this.
The gifted Pen Set was cause for Great Rejoicing throughout Mullin Ponder land. The Company really outdid themselves this time. For his 40th anniversary DS received an email which said thank you. Very heartfelt I’m sure. I, for one got quite emotional.
(hmm….there will be much mull and pondering over ” what will DS receive for his 50th Anniversary?” The mind boggles***.)
In the meantime I will take a break from singing “Sixteen Tons” when he comes home from work everyday. The wee soul.
Speaking of tons (…again!? How clever – sometimes I even amaze myself) I have ‘tons’ more exciting ramblings to share, but will save them for the next blog. It’s going to be SUCH Fun!
*DS = Dear Spouse
**Frank. Who is this Frank?
***note to self. Contact Mullin Ponder Global Research Team re ‘The mind boggles’.
A Blogger’s work is never done. Sigh. Not that I mind. Far be that thought.
Dear Red Sky Delights blog follower (and I believe that follower is myself).
The little story I am going to post is from my journal back in the days of yore during 2011. Why? I hear you (me) say? Because. Because I can. Mwahahaha (evil Dr. Evil laugh).
So – enjoy – dearest reader. Oh thank you, I will. Okay, this makes it official. My wise old Grandpa used to say it was okay to talk to yourself, but when you answered yourself? Not so much; which he used to do all the time. Anyway, enough with the RAT (Random Abstract Thinking). By the way, my friend Anja and I took the fine art form of RAT to new heights, during my WMDWC (Wonderful Mother’s Day Weekend-in-Calgary). (And don’t even try pronouncing that one. It doesnae work, unless you can speak Klingon)
Sometimes It is The Little Things (from back in a day of yore, during 2011)
Yesterday morning I had to go to the store first thing, as I had discovered the night before to my utter horror and dismay that we had run out of coffee of the leaded variety. Yes, we had the unleaded kind, but that is kept in our house for mainly decorative purposes, or for the poor wee souls who have gone on the wagon as far as the drug caffeine is concerned. Or, as I like to call it, One of Nature’s Last Legal Stimulants. (ONLLS – another Klingon word).
Upon returning home from my visit to Sobeys, arms laden with not only coffee, but with $100’s worth of other grocery necessities such as apple cinnamon coffee cake etc., etc., – to my extreme delight and surprise I was greeted by sounds which sent a little spark of joy deep down into my un-caffeinated heart. I am almost 100% sure that the house contained no mortal humans when I left it. But there it was. A small child’s voice belonging to my beautiful grand daughter, Savannah. The chatter of two girls voices belonging to my beautiful daughter Sharon, engaged in chit-chat (probably of the RAT variety) with my other beautiful daughter (in-law), Kristin. And the excited scampering and panting sounds of a little doggy named Sushi, who I have to admit showed the most excitement at my arrival, followed by a very close second in Savannah, who was all smiles and giggles and as per usual attired in one of her many perfectly matching mini-diva ensembles. (I think we may be creating a monster here, but shhhhh….and anyway this may be material for another of my widely read blogs….and also…this is another example of RAT..which could also be the most fantastically rambling blog ever).
This was followed by the discovery of a deliciously wafting aroma, which lo and behold led to freshly baked banana and chocolate chip muffins. Dark chocolate of course, because “it is good for you”, as described by Kristin, baker of the good-goodies, in her continuing quest to eat more healthy. Bless her.
Unexpected company of some of my most favourite people and doggies, plus fresh bakes and FINALLY my Starbucks coffee! Aahh!
Sometimes it is in the little unexpected moments that God makes me aware of my blessings.
(Note: this blog is in no way intended to promote Starbucks or Sobeys – because they would have to pay me a large sum of money if the case were so. Seen as how my blog’s are read world wide (tongue is firmly implanted in cheek). )