Archive for February, 2010

Thank You Ms. Lauper

Thursday, February 25th, 2010

HER SONG IS MY SIGN!   I want to start out by saying I am a HUGE fan of Cindi Lauper. I even had the privilege to see her perform at Radio City Music Hall for a Christmas Special with Eddie Money. A concert I almost missed, because my older sister had no business driving us into the city from New Jersey. It actually took her THREE times – passing the entrance to the arena – having to loop around the toll for the Lincoln Tunnel, before we finally made it into the parking lot. It sure was worth it though, because she ROCKED!  :-)

Anyway, the song Time After Time has always been my favorite. It is not only my favorite song by Cindi but it is one of my “All Time Favorite Songs.” When my dad passed away about 8-years ago, I had to leave my home in Florida and return to my hometown, Hopatcong, NJ, for a month to straighten up my parents affairs. I traveled with my eight month old baby girl and her 5-year old sister. It was hard. My husband could not leave work to be with us. My mother could not be left alone in the house she shared over 40-years with my dad in. Thank God I had a lot of life long friends to help me get through it all.

Strange though, every time I would try to sneak away for even a moment by myself, her song, Time After Time would come on the radio. It was like I could feel my dad’s presence. I had always related the song to a past love, but it was during my moments of overwhelming grief that it would play, and I would find comfort in knowing it was my dad reminding me that he was still watching over me and he would be waiting.

Okay, I know it all sounds hokey. BUT, she filmed her video for Time After Time in Ledgewood, NJ, in a diner I grew up in. The Dover Bus Station, also in the video, was only miles from my home. I have always had a connection to the song, but after that I believe – every time I hear that song he is visiting with me.

Before my dad died, he was always busting chops about how I never used my degree in Print Communication/Journalism that he paid for when he moved me down south to attend The University of Central Florida. Much like with my two older sisters, he felt like we should have all done more professional things with our educations than any of us did. I was always proud to be a WAITRESS-MOM as long as I got to spend as much quality time with my girls as I possibly could. Unfortunately, to him, that was just a waste of time and HIS money.

So, recently, when I published my very first book, Serving Up Some Funny, a spicy little joke book from a server’s point of view, I was amazed to find the song, Time After Time mixed up in the batch again. The marketing team at Strategic Book Publishing, the publishing house that published my book, created a YouTube video trailer for my book.

When I first received the link to my NEW YouTube video, something my daughters had to show me how to do, I was very pleased. The video was cute. I was happy to simply finally have bragging rights that “I am a published author. I did not waste my father’s tuition money to be a house wife. I just didn’t go professional soon enough for him to see it.”

Suddenly – out of the corner of my eye – I notice under Related Videos, listed to the right of my name and my book title, the link to Cindi Lauper’s music video Time After Time.

I was BEYOND moved. It was like my dad had literally come back from the dead to tell me that he was proud! How cool is that? I felt total recognition, for the first time in my entire life, and it was all through Cindi that it was possible.

Some might say it is all in my imagination. But, I know better. I believe in signs, and I know other watch over me and guide me along my way. I thank Ms. Lauper for helping me see the signs.

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Doughboy Died

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010

Having a crummy day? Knead a lift?  Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71 years old.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was considered a very smart cookie, but wasted much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flakey at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive role model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children: John Dough, Jane Dough and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.

The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

Thank you Lee Ann :-)

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First Job

Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010

Here’s a truly heartwarming story about the bond formed between
a little 5-year-old girl and some construction workers that will make
you believe that we all can make a difference when we give a child
the gift of our time.

A young family moved into a house, next to a vacant lot. One day, a
construction crew turned up to start building a house on the empty
lot.  

The young family’s 5-year-old daughter naturally took an interest in
all the activity going on next door and spent much of each day
observing the workers.  

Eventually the construction crew, all of them “gems-in-the-rough,” more or less, adopted her as a kind of project mascot. They chatted with her, let her sit with them while they had coffee and lunch breaks, and gave her 20 little jobs to do here and there to make her feel important.

At the end of the first week, they even presented her with a pay
envelope containing ten dollars. The little girl took this home to her mother who suggested that she take her ten dollars “pay” she’d received to the bank the next day to start a savings account.

When the  girl and her mom got to the bank, the teller was
equally impressed and asked the little girl how she had come by
 her very own pay check at such a young age. The little girl proudly replied, “I worked last week with a real construction crew building the new house next door to us.”

“Oh my goodness gracious,” said the teller, “and will you be working on the house again this week, too?”

The little girl replied, “I will, if those assholes at Home Depot ever delivers the fuckin’ sheet rock…”

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Sneezing

Monday, February 22nd, 2010

A man and a woman were sitting beside each other in the first class section of an airplane. The woman sneezed, took out a tissue, gently wiped her nose, and then visibly shuddered for 10 to 15-seconds. Thinking nothing of it, the man went back to reading. A few minutes later, the woman sneezed again, took a tissue and wiped her nose, and then shuddered violently once more.  Assuming that the woman might have a cold, the man was still curious about the shuddering. A few more minutes passed when the woman sneezed yet again.  As before, she took a tissue, wiped her nose, her body shaking even more than before. Unable to restrain his curiosity, the man turned to the woman and said, “I couldn’t help but notice that you sneezed three times, wiped your nose and then shuddered violently.  Are you okay?”

“I am sorry if I disturbed you. I have a very rare medical condition. Whenever I sneeze I have an orgasm.”

The man, more than a bit embarrassed, was still curious. “I have never heard of that condition before. Are you taking anything for it?” he asked.

The woman nodded, “Pepper.”

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Smart Waitress

Friday, February 19th, 2010

A trucker came into a truck stop café and placed his order.  He said,  “I want three flat tires, a pair of headlights and a pair of running boards.”

The brand new, blonde waitress, not wanting to appear stupid, went into the kitchen and said to the cook, “This guy out there ordered three flat tires, a pair of headlights and running boards.  What does he think this place is an auto parts store?”

“No,” the cook said.  “Three flat tires means three pancakes, a pair of headlights is two eggs sunny side up, and running boards are two strips of crispy bacon.”

 “Oh, okay,” said the waitress. 

She thought about it for a moment and then spooned up a big ole bowl of beans and gave it to the trucker.

 The trucker asked, “What are the beans for Blondie?”

 She replied, “I thought while you were waiting for your flat tires, headlights and running boards, you might as well gas up.”

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Catholic Shampoo

Tuesday, February 16th, 2010

While shopping in a food store, two nuns happened to pass by the beer, wine and liquor section. The one asked the other if she would like a beer.  The other nun answered that indeed it would be very nice to have one, but she wouldn’t feel comfortable about purchasing it.

The first nun replied that she had no problem doing that. So, she picked up a six-pack and took it to the cashier.  The cashier had a surprised look, so the nun said, “This is for washing our hair.”

Without blinking an eye, the cashier reached under the counter and put a package of pretzel sticks in the bag with the beer.

“The curlers are on me,” she laughed.

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New C.E.O

Monday, February 15th, 2010

A large company, feeling it was time for a real shakeup, hired a new C.E.O. The new boss was determined to rid the company of all slackers. On a tour of the facilities, the C.E.O noticed a guy leaning on a wall. The room was full of workers and he wanted to let them all know that he meant business. He walked up to the guy leaning against the wall and asked, “How much do you make a week?”

A little surprised, the young man looked at him and said, “I make $400 a week. Why?”

The C.E.O then handed the guy $1,600 in cash and screamed, “Here’s four weeks pay. Now GET OUT and don’t come back.”

Feeling pretty good about himself, the C.E.O looked around the room and asked, “Does anyone want to tell me what that goof-ball did around here?”

From across the room came a voice, “He was delivering pizza.”

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Wrinkled Valentine

Sunday, February 14th, 2010

A married man of 50-years wants to go all out for Valentines this year.  So he goes to a very expensive ladies boutique to find his wife something very special, very expensive, sexy lingerie.  He goes up to the young assistant and asks if she can help him.  He tells her that he wants to buy the most expensive, most sheer garment they have.  She shows him several, but none are to his liking. 

Finally she suggests something that had just come in.  She told him it was priced at $500, but it was very sheer and very eloquent.  He asked to see it, so she went in the back to get it.

When she returned, she held up what appeared to be a hanger with two very thin spaghetti straps dangling off it.  He said, “I’ll take it.”

The attendant gladly wrapped the garment in a beautiful gift box filled with colorful tissue paper and topped it with a lovely bow.

When the man returned home, he calls to his wife, bragging about how she was going to love what he just got her and how it cost $500.  He hands his wife the box and tells her to go up stairs and try it on.  “Then come down and model it for me,” he adds with a smirk.

The wife goes upstairs to their bedroom and rips open the wrapping.  Then the box.  She digs around in the tissue paper for a while.  All the while wondering, what could be in this box that cost $500?  Just then, she finds this piece of material her (70-plus-year-old) husband just wasted $500 on. She thinks to herself, I’m going to return this gift and spend the money on things I want.  I’ll just dim the lights and he’ll think I have it on.  That old coot.  He’s blind as a bat anyway.

So, she fluffs her hair, puts on some perfume and dims the lights.  Then she meanders down the staircase.  “How does it look?” she asks.

His response, “I can’t believe I paid 500-bucks for that, and they didn’t even iron it.”

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A Review

Wednesday, February 10th, 2010

How cool is that. My first real book review!  8-)

Serving Up Some Funny is my go-to book when I need a break from life’s chaos. My family and I read and re-read this hysterical book together- we each have our own favorites. We always laugh as if it is the first time we’re reading these wonderful stories and jokes- even though our book is beginning to show how well it is loved. Lisa’s delivery and presentation of these anecdotes will make you laugh out loud. Over and over again. Trust me, you’ll need one for yourself and several to give as gifts. Laughter is a wonderful gift to share. Now, when is Lisa’s next book arriving in stores????

Hillary Knepper, MPA, Doctoral Candidate
College of Health & Public Affairs
University of Central Florida
422 Washington Ave
Eustis, Fl 32726

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Two Hour Delay

Tuesday, February 9th, 2010

 A mother was working in the kitchen listening to her 5-year-old son playing with his new electric train in the living room.  She heard the train stop and her son saying, “All you S.O.Bs, who want off, get the hell off now, because this is the last stop.  And all of you S.O.Bs, who are getting on, get you asses in the train, because we’re going down the track.”

The horrified mother went in and told her son, “We don’t use that kind of language in this house.  Now I want you to go in your room, and you are to stay in there for TWO HOURS.  And when you do come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language.”

Two hours later, the son came out of his bedroom and resumed playing with his train.  Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son saying, “All passengers, please remember your things, thank you and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We hope you will ride with us again soon.”

She heard her little darling continue, “For those of you just boarding, please remember, there is no smoking in this train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today.”

As the mother began to smile, the child added, “For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen.”

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