A good friend of mine is being blessed immensely…finally. I am so happy for them…happy to tears if that makes sense! They have struggled and struggled and struggled….
Check it out and have a warm fuzzy…we all deserve a warm fuzzy now and then!
Adam and I have a very good friend that taught us all about derders and I am going to share this valuable information with you now.
I have been collecting derders in the past couple of weeks all in preparation for this amazing post! Seriously, though…this is more for fun than anything which I would say is definitely in need after my earlier ranting about breast cancer screening.
Now, I once thought this friend of mine was soooo smart and brilliant for coming up with the derder but after googling it I find that he didn’t necessarily “create” the derder (I don’t know…maybe he did and the dictionary just omitted his name, darnit to heck). I found the following definition: “Cylindrical light-stock cardboard tube used to wrap toilet paper and paper towels, among myriad other paper and card stock products. Once the paper is exhausted and it is no longer used in its original capacity, it is used to trumpet one’s voice around the room or venue in similar fashion to a megaphone.”.
Whether he is the derder creator or not he still is awesome and we (Adam and I) still give him full credit. Below is a bevy of derders that I collected from around the house. You see, it doesn’t have to just be a TP roll for pete’s sake…for example, pvc pipe makes an AWESOME derder, gift wrap rolls too!
So….I challenge you now~go to your nearest bathroom, unroll an entire roll of TP and yell derder through it as loud as you can to those around you and see what they do. I double dare you.
So…on Saturday night we went out to supper after State Volleyball with my family. This included Grandpa Jake. He isn’t really a grandpa but he IS a part of our family. He has ALWAYS been there for ALL of us. He attends every important event in all of our lives. A wonderful and reliable man. He has three kids of his own and 7, soon to be 8 grandchildren. His oldest, the one that is currently pregnant is my age.
We are sitting at the restaurant and visiting about his kids and grandchildren and about how Kendra (his eldest daughter) will be having her fourth child. He then says, well you know…she is getting kind of up there to be having a baby. The entire table got quiet. I AM NOT KIDDING YOU. Even my nieces and nephews. My mother, sister, husband…all of them turned and looked at me. He just kept on’a eatin’. Poor guy didn’t realize what he said.
Then, it kicked in….and the back peddlin’ started….rapidly might I say. But, I still feel old. My eggs and uterus feels old.
So (there is the so again) today two funny things happened. Jason, a friend of ours that has a hilarious sense of humor sent Adam this text message as a joke:
And then Adam REALLY wanted some DOVE dark chocolate so I bought him a bag (one gets treats ya know when you are laid up!) and the very first chocolate he took out said this (which is perfect as we are driving down the road and he has his eyes closed and hands me the wrapper to read him the quote):
