Too Much of a Good Thing is Bad or TMGTB

Dear Mullin Ponder Blog,

Okay. This looks bad.

The last blog on Mullin Ponder was posted more than a year ago. This is what happens when you do too much of a Good Thing – like mulling and pondering – for a year.

I still remain a huge fan of The Art of Mull and Ponder – or TAMP (I am also a big fan of abbreviations).  However, I obviously have a lot to learn about this wonderful art form.  The following list is an example of what happens to your world when A Good Thing Becomes Bad – or – AGTBB.  So without further ado and in no particular order – Tada!…..

  • No blogging for a year which leads to
  • letting down your faithful followers (yeah, right)
  • Undone laundry will make your home look like a hoarder’s paradise. (no offense to anyone who suffers from this dreadful malady)  This leads to
  • worrying that you might be A Hoarder.
  • Undone laundry will motivate your DS (Dear Spouse) to purchase a gazillion pairs of socks and underwear and T-shirts and dress shirts.  Total count of dress shirts in our home at present is 34. That’s right. THIRTY FOUR.
  • No food – unless you have a DS who likes to eat and will grocery shop and buy Very Bad Things such as loads of meat in bulk sizes (because it was on sale – cuh!) a ton of TP (emm – that would be toilet paper), unending supply of beer and wine (the wine is for me so this should be on a separate list of Not TOO Bad’s) very expensive extra large brown eggs (why?), a very particular kind of Thick Bacon Slices, No vegetables (except for corn) no fruit (except for a huge tomato and a whole bunch of bananas. And I def do not bake so, again – why?)
  • Sleeping upon sleeping
  • hibernation – which can lead to
  • weeping upon weeping and thoughts and feelings of
  • Not Good Enough
  • Guilt and good old shame
  • hiding in your bedroom when the doorbell rings because you are too embarrassed to let anyone see your messy house
  • buying loads of pajamas (again – this should probably be filed under Not TOO Bad’s – or NTBs)
  • feeling like a large Idaho potato
  • watching episodes of “My 600 Pound Life” (oh my goodness – poor souls) hoping this will motivate you to move your bloomin’ ar*&$%^!!  Words of wisdom from Eliza Doolittle which should not be scoffed at. (oh, good word – SCOFFED)

Right.  I don’t know about you but I am now exhausted as a result of being out of practice re this blogging thingy.  So here are some pictures which I hope will make your life complete.











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We are chuffed….


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’.)

Mullin Ponder Global Hot Spots

           Our Global Team lit up the night sky as they worked around the clock to get us the answer                                                 we needed.  True dedication.

Lego World

Lego World

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.

Mullin Ponder Prodigy

Mullin Ponder

There is a bright future ahead for this young’un.


mobile-phone-use                                        All member of our Global Research Team are very ‘smart‘ (groan).                                                                            (like they need any more free advertising).


Famous French Detective Inspector Cluso

Famous French Detective Inspector Cluso

                                      Glad that everything became clear Inspector ….eventually ….                                           (Not the smartest sleuth in the shed, this one)

Oh nameless one

Oh nameless one

Appreciate the work oh nameless one.


                                                            (Shhhh……………………  )



I think teddy had some good advice for Mr. Bean


Florida Branch of Mullin Ponder

Florida Branch of Mullin Ponder

               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.


E.T.'s Uncle                                                       I have no idea, but please go home.



Come in Number 6

Come in Number 6

                                                    I wonder if Q invented this one. NOT the guy.                                                 The shoe thingy, you fools!


Our own Clay Scientists

Our own Clay Scientists

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.


Unidentified For Obvious Reasons

Unidentified For Obvious Reasons

Sorry, no I.D. on this one, but pretty sure he’s male. Unless it is all part of her disguise.


I Will Not Part With My Big Phone

I Will Not Part With My Big Phone

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.)


Be Right There

Be Right There

So all you ladies over the age of 50 will be glad to know                                                                                                   Magnum P.I. is still on the job.


The Sherlock

The Sherlock

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.


Special Jocks

Special Jocks

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’)


THE Teenager Team

THE Teenager Team

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!

Groovy, Baby!

Groovy, baby!  We love ya Austin.


Mankind will arise to the occasion

Mankind will arise to the occasion

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.


French Branch

French Branch

Our French branch really deserved their usual three hour mid-day break this time.


In The Zone

In The Zone

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.

Mullin Ponder Dictionary




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!



Mr Bean's Teddy



We love you, Teddy Bear!



Even Superman Does It

The Global enterprise of MullinPonder came to a joint decision that it would be a sooper-dooper decision to republish many of our blogs – coz that’s what  
prolofic bloggers do oft-times.      
So, by order of Head Honcho here is our first reblog of a post from Back In The Day.
Superman has done this
Superman has done this
Kitty cats Nap So They Can Do It

Kitty cats Nap So They

This Guy Seems To Be Doing Much of It

These Grumpy Old Men Are For Sure Doing It                                                     These Grumpy Old Men Are For Sure Doing It ……………………………………………………..

Down On Their Luck Folks Have Done It

Down On Their Luck Folks Have Done It

Bears in The Woods Do It

Bears In The Woods Are Doing It

Musicians Do This

Musicians Do This


The Breath of God

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

Hurry, Scurry and for sure Worry

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

Sometimes It Is The Little Things

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). )