Barry Manilow--Sizzling Marketing Man

Is this really newsworthy?  I heard on the radio that Barry Manilow offered two free tickets to his recent Michigan concert.  In exchange for the tix, you brought in an old musical instrument to be donated to local schools.  The radio announcer declared, "25 instruments were brought in!"  THAT makes national news?  Wow, Barry, 25?  Those tickets are something HOT!  Paul McCartney tickets would only fetch instrument donations of, say, 24.....million.
What'd you get, Barry?  A couple kazoos?  A Kleenex box rubber-band-guitar? Spoons?
I'd be willing to turn in my 40 year old guitar for the cause, but if it's okay with you, Barry, just keep the tickets.                     ©6/2012  Jana B Patrick

There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe...

I'm on my third generation of singing nursery rhymes to kids:  First to my younger siblings, then to my own kids and now to my grandkids.  I live in fear that I will be doing the same in the nursing home someday...

Stephen:  "HI Nana! I hope all's ok-- I see the doc and nurses just left..."
Me:  "Five little ducks that I once knew, wibble, wobble, wibble wobble to and fro..."
Stephen:  "Yeah...  So, Nana, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Jill."
Me:  "Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water..."
Stephen:  "Rrrrrright.   And I met Jill while I was studying in Ireland--"
Me:  "In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty--"
Jill:  "Um...thanks?  Stephen told me you used to write a blog--"
Me:  "Hot cross buns, hot cross buns, one-a-penny, two-a-penny hot cross buns."
Stephen:  "She did, until she went nuts..."
Me:  "Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle the cow jumped over the moon...Hey, Stephen, did you bring me back any Guinness?"
©6/2012  Jana B Patrick

The BF Cuisinart

Right after 9/11 my mom and I were sitting at the desk of the manager of the local cemetery.  Mom was buying real estate for her and Dad's long term use someday in the distant future.  She and I were discussing the plight of the 9/11 World Trade Towers victims.
Mom:  "I wonder if they will find many of the bodies."
Me:  "I doubt it, it's been burning for several days."
Cemetery Dude who looks up from crunching numbers on his calculator:  "Oh, I'm sure they will find some bones.  Even with OUR cremation at 1500 degrees, the big bones don't burn so we have to put them in a giant 'Cuisinart' type thingy to grind them up so they can fit in the urns."  
eeeeeeeuuuugh!   TMI!!!
©6/2012  Jana B Patrick

PS  Ryan read this then said, "I suppose Dad would want his ashes sprinkled on a golf course, and Mom, YOU would want yours on a hockey rink, and that would get pretty messy after the zamboni came through..."

Just Great Golf. Period.

Steve's phone has "predictive text" where the phone guesses the word you are typing as you go and fills it in.  He THOUGHT he sent the following text to his friend, Pete:

"We are signed up for the Mendakota (name of golf course) Guest Day event...Lunch 11:30 followed by golf - that work for you?"

Pete texted back:
"Check what you wrote in your text..."Menstrual Guest Day"? 
Sounds messy...but I'll be there.

Hahaha!  Then Pete showed up with a sleeve of  Callaway "golf balls" for Steve, but the balls had been replaced with tampons...   :)!
©2012  Jana B. Patrick,  janasrandomwriting.blogspot.com

I think Callaway COULD use these purse-sized boxes for a line of TAMPONS--They are named HEX.  Ladies, is that appropriate or what??  

Then the box lists "6 points of performance" (seriously)

1.  Superior greenside spin   (That sounds painful)

2.  Penetrating tour distance  (hmmmmm)

3.  Soft feel  (that's a good thing)

4.  Holds line in wind  (In case you've overindulged in bean burritos during your time of the month)

5. Consistent distance control  (No accidents during long road trips)

6.  Enhanced durability (Oh, rats, I forgot to take out that tampon last week...)

Who would NOT want to buy these tampons???  Go for it, Callaway!

©6/2012  Jana B Patrick