Here are my bee resolutions for the New Year.
Happy Friday and Happy December! Hanukkah is here and Christmas is just around the corner. We are in the thick of all the Christmas music on the radio and in the stores as well as all of the holiday specials on television. I noticed that Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer is on this weekend and thought it was time to dust off post from a few years ago. I suppose that makes this post a Christmas rerun but hey, if the show can air more than 50 years running, I can brush off an old post for another run.
Every year since 1964, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer airs on television this time of the year. It is one of four Christmas specials from the 1960’s that continue to make an annual yuletide appearance. The others are How the Grinch Stole Christmas and A Charlie Brown Christmas (two of my favorites) and Frosty the Snowman (one of my least favorites).
I would imagine that you have seen Rudolph, probably many, many times. But have you ever stopped to think much about this seemingly innocent story? For instance have you ever noticed how mean and unSanta-like Santa is? Have you noticed that Santa is portrayed as a self-centered, mean, impatient, old man. He is certainly not a “right jolly old elf” by any means in this story. Remember how all the Elves work long and hard on a song especially for Santa in their spare time? The joyful elves present their song to an obviously disinterested Santa who responds at the end with “it needs work, I have to go.” Perhaps Santa was preparing for a career as a judge on American Idol? Later as Mrs. Claus is trying to fatten him up for the big day he whines, “How can I eat? That silly Elf song is driving me crazy!”
Plus, if you think about it, Santa’s attitude toward Rudolph throughout the entire show is quite self-serving. While Santa is initially impressed with Rudolph’s performance during the reindeer games, once Rudolph’s fake nose falls off Santa quickly changes his tune and scolds Rudolf’s father while the other reindeer children mock Rudolph. Perhaps Santa needs #stopbullying. It is only at the end when Santa realizes that completing his job is dependent on exploiting Rudolf’s unique abilities that he sees any real value in Rudolph.
After all these years, I still do not understand the Island of Misfit Toys. Charlie in the Box is there because of his name? Currently on ebay you can buy a Sock Monkey in the Box, a Curious George in the Box, a Flipper in a Box, a Magic Dragon in the Box and a Sponge Bob Square Pants in the Box. There are more than 200 listings for a Charlie in a Box! So what is the issue here? I think it is his attitude the chip on his shoulder – not his name.
What about the train with square wheels on the caboose. Wasn’t Hermey a trained Elf? Don’t you think a trained Elf could have made some round wheels for the caboose? He probably could have helped the boat that sunk to be able to float as well. Why didn’t Hermey help the misfit toys? It seems to me that if Hermey really cared about the misfit toys, he could have helped a few of them out. And by the way, at the end, was it really a good idea to let Hermey practice dentistry in his spare time without any formal training? I wonder if he had any malpractice insurance?
Then there was the Dolly for Sue. What exactly was her problem? Apparently Arthur Rankin of Rankin-Bass has stated that Dolly had psychological issues caused by being abandoned by Sue. Well what kid wants a toy with psychological issues? Maybe they could market her as a doll that comes with her very own “baggage.” Perhaps she was a sister to the Talking Tina doll that made an appearance on an episode of The Twilight Zone.
Yukon Cornelius, would you let your young ones set off to the unknown with him as a guardian? What exactly was he teaching impressionable little ones? He throws his pick-axe into the snow, picks it up and licks it in hopes of finding silver or gold? What are the odds that would ever work? Plus it must be quite unsanitary and who would want to risk getting metal splinters on their tongue?
However, they saved the cruelest moment in the show for the end. It is supposed to be a feel good moment as Santa delivers the long forgotten misfit toys. Remember how an Elf comes out of Santa’s bag and starts giving each misfit toy a little umbrella as a parachute as he sends it to gently drift down to its new home? Next time you watch Rudolph pay close attention to the misfit bird. Remember the bird is a misfit because it can swim BUT IT CANNOT FLY. The Elf holds the umbrella in one hand and the bird in the other, then he pauses and lets go of the misfit swimming bird. He waves “bye-bye” as the “bird” free falls toward the earth. If Less Nessman was on the scene he would no doubt say the bird “hit the ground like a sack of wet cement.”
And all these years, you thought Rudolph was a nice, innocent, little story.
Thought for the Week
Like I said, the outside world is up to its ears in danger. ~ Sam the Snowman, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Let’s explore how bees impact the menu of a typical Thanksgiving dinner.
Happy Friday! Seems like Old Man Winter is itching to get going this year.
I heard today of the passing of Roy Clark. I will admit that I watched Hee-Haw, in fact I watched it a lot which may explain several things. But anyway, it brought to mind all the jokes and skits I saw on Hee-Haw. One of my favorite that I have always remembered was Archie Campbell’s spoonerism of Cinderella that also featured Roy Clark. So here is the script of Rindercella as well as a link to watch the Hee-Haw clip.
Enjoy and don’t forget to slop your dripper!
Archie Campbell with Roy Clark on HeeHaw –https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FcUc2Tk0GQ&t=49
Once apon a time, in a coreign fountry, there lived a geautiful birl and her name was Rindercella. Now, Rindercella lived with her mugly other and two sad bisters. Also in this same coreign fountry, there was a very prandsome hince.
Now this prandsome hince was going to have a bancy fall. And he invited the people from riles amound, especially the pich reople.
Now Rindercella’s mugly other and her two sad blisters, they went out to buy some drancy fesses to wear to this bancy fall. But Rindercella couldn’t go because all she had to wear were some old rirty dags.
So, finally the night of the bancy fall arrived and Rindercella couldn’t go, so she just cat down and shried. And she was kitten there shrien, when all at once there appeared before her, her gairy mudfather. And he touched her with his wagic mand … and there appeared before her, a cig boach and hix white sorses to take her to the bancy fall. But he said, “Now, Rindercella, you be sure and be home before nidmight, or I’ll purn you into a tumpkin!”
When Rindercella arrived at the bancy fall, this prandsome hince met her at the door because he had been watchin’ all this time behind a wooden hindow. And Rindercella and the prandsome hince nanced all dight. And they lell in fove. And all at once, the mid clock struck night. And Rindercella staced down the rairs, and just as she beached the rottom, she slopped her dripper!
So, the next day this prandsome hince went all over this coreign fountry looking for the geautiful birl who had slopped her dripper. Finally he came to Rindercella’s house. Well, he tried it on her mugly other and it fidn’t dit. Then he tried it on her two sigly usters and it fidn’t dit. Then he tried it on Rindercella and it fid dit. It was exactly the sight rize!
So they got married and lived heverly after hapwards. Now, the storal of the mory is this: If you go to a bancy fall and you want to have a pransome hince loll in fove with you, don’t forget to slop your dripper!
Thought for the Week
The drifting clouds are dark and drear,
The blossoms die of cold and fear,
The wild wind mourns the fading year,
And winter threatens near.
~Elizabeth Chase Akers Allen (1832–1911), “November,” c.1864
People love to ask questions when they find out that we started keeping bees. One of the most common questions is, “When will you start selling honey?” That question is usually followed by the comment, “Local honey is really expensive. You can make a lot of money.” In our part of the Midwest, local honey sells for anywhere between $8 and $12 for a 1 pound bottle, and those prices are typically set by hobby beekeepers who sell mostly at places like farmers markets. If you read my previous blog post, you will know that hobby beekeepers aren’t getting rich on their honey. The question that people should be asking is, “Why is the grocery store honey so cheap?” The answer to that question will probably shock you.
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Happy Friday and Welcome to Fall! Here are a few random jokes to kick off the weekend.
Why did the storm trooper buy an iphone? Because he could not find the Droid he was looking for.
The other day, I bought what has to be the world’s worst thesaurus. Not only is it terrible, it’s terrible.
I made a chicken salad today; unfortunately she wouldn’t eat any of it..
What did one tectonic plate say when he bumped into another tectonic plate? Sorry, my fault
I bought one of those travelling irons yesterday and when I woke up this morning and it was gone.
My friends accused me of being tight-fisted, so to prove them wrong I bought them a cup of coffee. As it turns out they each wanted one.
When I was little my Mom used to feed me alphabet soup all the time. She told people I loved it but she was just putting words in my mouth.
I was going to buy a grenade today but things quickly went awry when the cashier asked me for my PIN.
When I was a kid, I could put air in my bike for free. Now it’s $1.50! I asked the guy at the gas station attendant why. He said, “Inflation.”
My grandfather warned people that the Titanic would sink but no one listened, but he kept on warning them nonetheless until they finally got sick of him and kicked him out the movie theater.
Thought for the Week
How many legs does a dog have if you call the tail a leg? Four. Calling a tail a leg doesn’t make it a leg. ~Abraham Lincoln
Happy Friday! Happy Spring!! Congratulations, you have survived the winter of 2017-2018, or at least you thought it was over.
It seems as though Old Man Winter will vent his wrath once more this weekend which makes it a good time to dust off one of the more “classical” Friday Funnies. Stay warm and stay safe this weekend. Spring will come soon, you have my word.
An ODE TO OLD MAN WINTER
(with an apology to William Shakespeare)
This hath surely been a winter of discontent,
Old Man Winter hath chilled us ‘till we have turned blue,
He hath sleeted on us time and time again,
He hath made us sore from fortnight after fortnight of shoveling,
He hath iced our walks ‘till we have fallen down yonder slippery slope,
And he has wronged us time and time again!
What’s in a name? That which we call winter by any other name would feel just as cold.
To thaw or not to thaw: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis Nobler in the mind and body to suffer
The wind chills and snow storms of an outrageous winter,
Or to take up plow and salt against this season of troubles?
Frost-bitten Friends, Raw Romans, chilled countrymen, lend me your ear muffs;
I come to bury Old Man Winter, not to praise him.
The wrath of winter often lingers on;
The good is oft forgotten;
So let it be with Old Man Winter.
The Nobel Weatherman hath told you Old Man Winter was historic:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Old Man Winter answer’d it.
He was hardly my friend, not to me nor to any of you:
But yon Weatherman says he was historic;
And yon Weatherman is an honorable man.
Some winters are great, some winters achieve greatness, and some winters are just a royal pain.
One touch of Old Man Winter makes the whole world cold.
You all did welcome him once, but he wore out said welcome:
You all do know this mantle: I remember
The first time ever Old Man Winter put it on;
‘Twas on a late fall’s evening, in his tent,
That day he overcame the Winter Solstice:
Look, in this place ran El Nino’s dagger through:
See what a rent the envious Polar Vortex made:
Through this the much-anticipated Warm Front stabbed;
And as he plucked his cursed steel away,
Which all the while ran melting snow, great Old Man Winter fell.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us sunk down in the slush,
Here was a Winter! When comes such another?
Now let it work. Spring, thou art afoot,
Take thou what course thou wilt!
Thought for the Week
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. ~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations