Friday, July 31, 2020

More Math Jokes to Love or H8

Time for some more math funnies, since time has been short for me in recent days.
So what else is new ~ LOL

But first a funny for my friend Debra at She Who Seeks.
Her blog posts are often hilarious.  Otherwise they are very thoughtful.
This may not be hilarious, but it is definitely adorable.









I dearly love math jokes.
I struggled with math so much, but I keep coming back to it.
I need to start playing with it again.










Answer at the end of the post.















































































And here are a few that have nothing to do with math, but they made me laugh.
We all need to laugh a lot these days!











Do you love them or H8 them?
I hope they give you a chuckle or a laugh!

What do you call a number that won't keep still?
A roamin' numeral! 








Till next time ~
Fundy Blue


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Friday, July 24, 2020

Suck It Up Buttercup!


My silent mantra in recent days has been Suck it up Buttercup!
I'll spare you the details.
As my sister Donnie frequently reminds me, "It's all good!"
And it is.  Things could much more challenging.


Buttercups
Reykjavík, Iceland
June 12, 2014
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I've been offsetting "Suck it up Buttercup" all week
with little prayers of gratitude for things that are going well.

But a little snark and exasperation crept into that gratitude this afternoon, as in
"Thank you for the strength to remove these extremely tight coverings
from our couch so I can wash them after Terry spilled beer on them."

Let's not even get into why he was balancing a can of beer
on one of the fitted pillows forming the back of one of our white couches.


Stripped Couch Pieces
Aurora, Colorado, USA
July 23, 2020
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It was an accident that happened when I passed him a board game
that I wanted to donate (get rid of).
I've been tearing through the house à la Marie Kondo all week.
Terry wasn't sure that he wanted to part with it,
even though we've had it some fifteen years and have never played it.
Let's just say, "No joy was sparked," as the beer toppled.






I'm cutting Terry a little slack, though,
because he's been dizzy for two days and wondering if he has Covid-19.
He considered going for a test today while I was out shopping for groceries.

I'm so glad he didn't.
He was going to go to the same testing center I went to weeks ago,
the one at which a PPE-garbed nurse said, "Oh, we can't test you.
We only test essential workers and members of our clinic.
You need to go another site ... ."

Suck it up Buttercup.
Thank you for giving me a kind voice to sweetly remind Terry
that that's the center I went to weeks ago and called him from in tears
when they wouldn't test me and I was too sick to drive to another site.

But it's all good!  
I'm drinking a glass of wine while I wait for the couch coverings to gently wash,
and Terry is watching the Return of Baseball downstairs.

Suck it up Buttercup.
Thank you for Dr. Fauci throwing the first pitch on Opening Day.
He is my hero, even if, as one headline said, 
"Dr. Anthony Fauci's 1st Pitch Socially Distances From Strike Zone." 

Couch coverings in the dryer on delicate low heat.
Second glass of wine poured.
Dinner underway.
Suck it up Buttercup.
Thank you that I can hop up and make dinner.
The time might come when I can't and would wish I could.
And thank you for my telling myself, "Don't go there!"
when I began to wonder how a can of beer goes with two days of dizzy. 

"What's up?" Terry asks as he comes upstairs.
This means one of two things or both:
"I'm hungry" and/or the baseball game is not much fun.

"I'm making dinner.  What happened with the baseball game?"

"Rain delay.  How's your post coming?"

"I'm having great fun writing about couch coverings and spilled beer."

"Beer? ... That was ginger ale."

Oops.
Thank you for gently reminding me that
Terry isn't the only one who sometimes doesn't listen.

Dinner done.  Dishes done.  Terry's sleeping.
Tomorrow morning I'll suck it up Buttercup
as I steam iron the couch components and wrestle them back on the couch
if they finish drying on the banister overnight.
Delicate low heat in the dryer wasn't getting the job done.

And I'll drive Terry to our doctor's office if he's still dizzy.
It's highly unlikely that it's Covid-19.
Fingers crossed 🤞 that he jiggled a crystal loose in his inner ear
while playing pickleball or something else easily remedied.
 
And now I'm going to finish off a rare third glass of wine
and go play with my latest jigsaw puzzle.
I've completed the easy part, the cottonwood tree.
All that's left is about 600 pieces of red sandstone cliff,
truly a pleasure for this geologist.  I find it very calming.


In the Works
Aurora, Colorado, USA
July 21, 2020
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Sometimes you can have an extra busy week
when your mantra is "Suck it up Buttercup!" as you power through.
It helps to be grateful for the things that are going well,
like health and strength and energy and a loving, appreciative husband,
even when he balances a can of ginger ale on a couch pillow.
 






Till next time ~
Fundy Blue



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Friday, July 17, 2020

One Spectacular Firework of a Sister!


Let me make it clear right up front.
I have four spectacular fireworks as siblings:
three sisters and one brother.
Shoot those fireworks into the sky, and the display
would bedazzle with sparkling, brilliant, shooting colors.

Fireworks
Pixabay ~ Nixon-Ruiz ~ License 





Okay, maybe I'm a little biased, but I am so proud of my siblings,
and I couldn't possibly pick a favorite.  I love each of them with everything in me.

Most Recent Photo Together
Barb, Bertie, Roy, Me (Louise), and Donnie
Smith's Cove
Nova Scotia, Canada
August 7, 2019
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First Photo Together
Donnie, Barb, Me (Louise) holding Bertie, and Roy with Gretchen
Margaretsville, Nova Scotia, Canada
April, 1959
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Recently something special happened,
something that would have thrilled my parents,
bringing tears of pride and joy to them.
Their primary goal when we were growing up
was for all five of us to graduate from university.
We all did and went on to earn multiple degrees in multiple universities.
However, this special event has its origins in the beginnings of our family.

My mother was the first person in her family to go to university,
unless you trace a through-marriage branch on the family tree.
She came from a poor family and achieved her dream of going to university
because of serving in the Royal Canadian Air Force during World War II.
My father followed in his parents' footsteps and went to his mother's alma mater.
My parents met when the music stopped during a Paul Jones dance 
at Acadia University, and we five were the result.

Our Parents (Dad in a Bowtie) at a Dance
Acadia University
Smith's Cove
Wolfville, Nova Scotia, Canada
circa 1948
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Graduating from university meant one thing in our family:
graduating from Acadia University in Wolfville, Nova Scotia, Canada.
By the time I entered kindergarten I already knew
that after kindergarten came school and after school came Acadia.
A photograph of University Hall at Acadia hung above my father's desk in the den,
and I can't remember a time that I didn't know what and where that photo represented.

University Hall, Acadia University, Wolfville, Nova Scotia
  


My parents' Acadia yearbooks and issues of the Acadia Bulletin
were always stacked on a coffee table shelf or in a bookcase,
and I followed my parents' example of pouring through them avidly.
The Acadia Bulletin is the Acadia Alumni Association's publication,
and my parents would point out news about their university friends and events to me.
From my kindergarten childhood until this day, I've read this magazine from cover to cover.

The latest Acadia Bulletin, the Spring 2020 issue, 
landed on our kitchen counter when Terry brought the mail in a few days ago.
I ripped it out of its plastic cover with great anticipation
and immediately turned to the page I was looking for.

There she was, my spectacular firework of a sister,
the new President of the Acadia Alumni Association,
Sara Donalda MacBeath, Class of 1975!
 



 
Forget my parents' tears of pride and joy.
My own were streaming down my face.
Do you see the sparkle in Donnie's eyes and the joy on her face?
She's thrilled!

In this difficult Covid time,
I can't think of a better leader for the Alumni Association
or a more capable person to sit on Acadia's Board of Governors.
Am I a proud sister?  You bet!

I could detail Donnie's other notable accomplishments
like paying her way through law school by working three jobs,
passing the bar and articling to practice law,
rising through the ranks of legal, corporate,
and public companies to serve as upper management,
and raising three amazing children,
but I won't.


Donnie with her "Children"
Lisa, Krista, and Gavin
(All of whom graduated from Acadia) 
August 2, 2017
Photo by Martin Mundry ~ Husband and Father
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Donnie and Martin
Ad Deir ("The Monastery"), Petra, Jordan
November 28, 2019
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No, I'm going to share some favorite photos of my favorite childhood roommate.
I often laugh when watching HGTV (Home & Garden Television),
because parents are always looking for homes with a bedroom for each child.
I shared a bedroom, and often a bed, with Donnie
from the time she was born until I left for Acadia.
I wouldn't have missed that for the world!

The Earliest Photo I Have of Donnie
Me (Louise), Roy, and Mom (pregnant with Barbie) holding Donnie
Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada
Christmastime 1954
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Enjoying the Snow
Roy, Me (Louise), and Donnie (on the toboggan) 
Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada
Winter 1954-55
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Donnie with Her Dolly
Atholville, New Brunswick, Canada
Circa Summer 1955
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One of My Most Favorite Photos Ever!
Roy and Donnie
Perhaps Atholville, New Brunswick, Canada
Circa Summer 1955
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Donnie, Me, and Roy
Atholville, New Brunswick, Canada
Circa Summer 1956
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Barbie, Roy, Me, and Donnie with Gretchen
Margaretsville, Nova Scotia, Canada
Christmas Eve 1958
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Donnie's Kindergarten Photo
Greenwood, Nova Scotia, Canada
Fall 1959
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Donnie (holding Bertie) and Barbie
Smith's Cove, Nova Scotia, Canada
Summer 1960
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Donnie's Grade One Photo
Smith's Cove, Nova Scotia, Canada
Fall 1960
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Donnie Graduates from Acadia
Me, Barb, Donnie, and Mom
Wolfville, Nova Scotia, Canada
Spring 1975
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I have hundreds of photos of my sister Donnie,
but it's these early ones that melt my heart.
This sweet, shy child grew up to become an amazing adult with a huge heart
and a powerful intellect, someone who continues to accomplish so much.

How I wish my parents had lived to see her become
President of Acadia's Alumni Association and a member of Acadia's Board of Governors!
I am beyond proud of this spectacular firework of a sister whom I love dearly.





Till next time ~
Fundy Blue

On Margaret's Justice
between Freeport, Long Island
and Westport, Brier island
Nova Scotia, Canada
July 31, 2019
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Notes: 
1.  Donnie's First Alumni Bulletin Message

Acadia Alumni Bulletin
Spring 2020





For Map Lovers Like Me:
Location of Nova Scotia



Nova Scotia, Canada



Location of Acadia University



Friday, July 10, 2020

Love Them or H8 Them!


Mathematics has been the bane of my existence.
I was great at arithmetic, and then one day I hit algebra.
I slammed into a barrier I couldn't work past for years:
How can you do math with letters?  Letters are for reading and writing.

You'd think that I would have given up on math at this point in my life.
I did once decades ago when I eked out a B in calculus,
tied my calculus text up with a ribbon, and tossed it in the trash.

But I am drawn to math's stark beauty and economy;
and if I can live long enough, I'll go back and relearn
how to solve the quadratic equation and other mathematical mysteries.  





Meanwhile when I need a laugh I sometimes treat myself to math jokes.
I don't always get the joke, but I will hunt down
what I don't understand until I get it or sort of get it.

And let me tell you, when I taught math to my second and third graders,
I made sure they grasped the math concepts I was teaching,
and we came at them from every possible direction I could think of
and with every hands-on, concrete manipulative I could find.

Here are some of the best jokes and math funnies I came across today. 
You'll either love them or H8 them!
I hope they give you a chuckle or a laugh!


Albert Einstein







A Sine from God





































For my brother Roy:  
Some people say the glass is half full. 
Some people say the glass is half empty.
Engineers say the glass is twice as big as necessary.













Don't tell my kiddos, but I had to double check factorials when I saw this joke,
just to make sure I was remembering correctly.

Factorials on the Loose

The factorial function (symbol: !)
says to multiply all whole numbers from our chosen number down to 1.
Examples:
5! = 5 x 4 × 3 × 2 × 1 = 120
8! = 8 x 7 × 6 × 5 × 4 × 3 × 2 × 1 = 40320
1! = 1





























A talking sheepdog gets all the sheep into the pen for his farmer.
He comes back and says “Okay, chief – all 40 sheep accounted for.”
The farmer says, “But I’ve counted them and I’ve only got 36!”
The sheepdog replies, “I know, but I rounded them up.” 












I have more, but I'll save them for another day.






Till next time ~
Fundy Blue



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