Due to the tireless work of our hand picked global network team, we now know the original origination (no -that is not a stutter typo) of the word ‘chuffed’. Here is just a sampling of those who belong to the Mullin Ponder research team. (sorry, you will have to scroll through the pictures before you discover the origin of ‘chuffed’.)
Our Global Team lit up the night sky as they worked around the clock to get us the answer we needed. True dedication.
Thank you Lego Land for the building blocks you provided (free of charge) to help us at Mullin Ponder in this particular quest. Children and adults throughout the generations will no doubt re-numerate your company by continuing to purchase Lego till the end of time.
There is a bright future ahead for this young’un.
All member of our Global Research Team are very ‘smart‘ (groan). (like they need any more free advertising).
Glad that everything became clear Inspector ….eventually …. (Not the smartest sleuth in the shed, this one)
Appreciate the work oh nameless one.
I think teddy had some good advice for Mr. Bean
Don’t mock the older generation re their lack of techno skills. (and you know who you are) Because this pic tells the true story.
I have no idea, but please go home.
I wonder if Q invented this one. NOT the guy. The shoe thingy, you fools!
We love you Claymation! Thanks for sticking together (feel free to groan again) throughout this tough challenge. You are so lovely and make us happy, happy, happy.
Sorry, no I.D. on this one, but pretty sure he’s male. Unless it is all part of her disguise.
We love this guy because he is still under the delusion that it is pretty cool to own this larger than life phone. (Just look at how happy he is.) Plus he has not allowed himself to be sucked into the the never ending world of ‘Must Have The Most Up-To-Date Version Now’ of communication gidgets.
(Note to self: must add gidgets to words that are not but should be.)
So all you ladies over the age of 50 will be glad to know Magnum P.I. is still on the job.
Sherlock, we really like your British TV Show. But can you make more than three episodes a year and keep Cumberbatch as the main dude, please? Thanks.
This pic just goes to show you can’t judge intelligence by good looks. Take that which ever way suits you. (I’m just sayin’)
Thanks also to Team Teenager. This was one of those rare occasions where your ability to text as fast as the speed of light was totally appropriate and socially acceptable.
Agatha taught Hercule how to really sleuth.
Groovy, baby! We love ya Austin.
People really came together as a team for us during this Mullin Ponder crisis. Forever grateful.
Women Power! Way to go girls. You did it.
Our French branch really deserved their usual three hour mid-day break this time.
Our team was willing to tap into all resources that were available in order to solve the dilemma of finding the origin to the word ‘chuffed’.
Congrats if you made it all the way here.
Here is the info that was unearthed: ‘chuffed’ The origin of this word is <puffed up with fat> as in <pleased> with oneself. I know! – it is beginning to all make sense. And that is what we do at Mullin Ponder. We make sense out of non-sense.
Yes I know this is another pic of Magnum P.I. We really like him.
The editor of Mullin Ponder blog decided that Mr. Bean’s teddy should have been a little more kudo’s, so without further ado: Voila!
We love you, Teddy Bear!
The Breath of God
Is this the time of Be Still!
and KNOW that you are God?
Are my thoughts of giving up being turned more to giving in?
Do I need so many visits to this black place of despair,
to bring about a fiercer cry that begs to see your light?
Do you let me feel the darkest darkness of my own humanity?
So that I will crave the fullest light of ALL that is all Christ?
Is this another chance for me so HE becomes the MORE?
Is my hardened clay being softened by the Master Potter’s touch?
Has my mould become more pliable? Is it shaped more like your Son’s?
My precious Lord and Saviour! He died to set me free!
So why continue on with thoughts of endless blame, when all was covered perfectly to free me from this shame?
JESUS did all this for me as he bled upon the tree.
He loved me with the cross and I am His eternally.
My tears now bring your healing touch and let me know you’re near.
This truly is a trial of your *mercy in disguise*.
I have found the blue of Heaven hidden in this blackest black.
It turned into a little gold when added to my soul.
Another piece of treasure that has no earthly price.
“Take rest, oh soul”, it whispers loud, “and let ME breathe in you.
The very breath of JWEH has filled my starving soul.
This word – J W E H – is the original Hebrew word meaning GOD. It can really only be pronounced like the sound of breath
*Thank you Laura Story for your song ‘Blessings’ and I humbled by His grace that makes me answer ‘yes’.
August, 2013 Yvonne Glass
I get caught in the web of the hurrying and scurrying, which leads to all ways of the negativity of worrying.
Like Martha who was by nature a doer, a shaker and a mover. I am grateful for our sister Martha, loved so much by Jesus. For how else would I know about the better Mary way? If not for the empathy I feel for a Martha day?
Mary knew how to bend the knee slow and low in her attitude of gratitude. Into the place. The place like no other of rest, comfort and peace, at the feet Jesus, Lord of her life. In this place she knew the calm soul joy of what our sweet sister Ann V. wrote of:
“The Virus of Distraction is cured by the art of Subtraction”
In the humbling of myself, I can completely exhale the toxic waste of haste, and deep breath into the fullness of that heart space, that unique room in this, my heart house, and it fills to the brim, bursting at the seams, with
Attraction to Jesus
” thou hast anointed my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely, goodness and loving-kindness shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of Jehovah for the length of the days.”
Psalm 23: Darby Translation
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). )