Cup of Tee

© When I was younger, there was no such thing as a "Dad Joke." When I heard the phrase I was an adult. In fact, I was an older adult. The term "Dad Joke" surfaced around 19851990. No one knows exactly how the term came about.

One theory is that more dads were involved with their children more because more moms were going into professional fields of work during the late eighties and early ninetys. There is a point in life where dads are heros in a child's life. The time may be short in terms of years, but memories last a long time.

Dads are humorous. That is one way they deal with everyday stress, by putting some fun in it. A child comes to a dad to tell them a joke. The dad will listen and make the face of true attention. Then the child will tell the same joke again just to get dad's reaction. This happens over and over. Moms sometimes get tired of the repetition. Dads carry on because it's the one on one that they enjoy. Dads sometimes tell corny jokes just to get the kid's facial reactions.

Many times the jokes are simple. It is a way that helps the youngster remember their punch lines. It makes the youngster feel important. Many jokes are puns which indicates there is more than one side to things in life. -- -- --

I have two dogs named Rolex and Timex. They are both watch dogs.

By law you have to turn on your headlights when it's raining in Sweden. How do I know

by Tee Hurd

when it's raining in Sweden?

I drove my Subaru Outback into the river. Now it's a Scuba-ru.

Word about town is that NASA is about ready to launch a new mission to apologize to Aliens for Earth polluting space. It's called "Apollo-G."

I hear my children have been on ebay all day. If they are still there tomorrow, I'll lower the price.

A dad comes home from work and his wife says the baby has been crying for hours. "Can you take over?" The dad cried for hours.

I saw a book at the bookstore entitled "How to Solve 50% of Your Problems." So, I bought two.

The walk to the bar is 5 minutes but the walk home is 30 minutes. The difference is staggering.

My friend asked my what the ninth letter of alphabet was. It was a complete guess but I was right.

Barber: "I see you are back in for a haircut." Customer: "Actually, I'm in for all of them to be cut."

Did you hear about the human cannonball? He didn't show up for work because he knew he would be fired.

This is my dad sized "Cup of Tee."

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Dennis Allen Lee, 52, a resident of Ashland, Kentucky and formerly of Twin Falls, passed away on Tuesday, November 14, 2023 at King's Daughters Medical Center in Ashland, Kentucky. Funeral arrangements are under the care and direction of Demaray Funeral Service - Gooding Chapel.

Edward Eldon Steffler, Jr., 76, a resident of Wendell, passed away on Tuesday, November 14, 2023 at his home in Wendell. Funeral arrangements are under the care and direction of Demaray Funeral Service - Wendell Chapel.

Jacob Snowball, 45, a resident of Wendell, passed away on Monday, November 20, 2023 at his residence in Wendell. Funeral arrangements are under the care and direction of Demaray Funeral Service - Wendell Chapel.

Robert Ray Watts, 80, a resident of Bliss, passed away on November 17, 2023. Obituary details are pending under the care of Farnsworth Mortuary.

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Becca showed up at the City Library just after 12 o'clock. A quick stop at the ATM across the street had showed her account still short several thousand dollars. Daddy was clearly holding back her bimonthly deposit in an effort to make her come home for Thanksgiving dinner. She had no intention of subjecting herself to endless questions about going back to school or getting a job. Someone handed her a sign as she walked over to join a group of friends huddled around a tall propane heater. A quick look a her phone said it would be another half hour before things started. She should have had another espresso.

For the most part, Jonathan wasn't concerned about the white girls gathered around the portable heaters. Most of them would run away at the first sign of real trouble. The ones to watch for were the punks with masks, but they wouldn't show up until the last moment before the runners came by the library plaza. If they were lucky, surveillance cameras might catch some of them putting their masks on.

Becca decided her sign "Turkeys are People Too!" was too stupid to carry around and went looking for something better. The next thing she remembered was laying on the concrete with a sharp pain in her right shoulder. She tried to get up but something or someone was holding her down.

Jonathan ran through the panicked crowd towards the location of the explosion - one of the propane heaters. A quick assessment told him there were at least a half dozen dead and more than a dozen injured. With two more heaters still standing in the plaza, his first priority was to protect those who couldn't run. As he leaned over to check a young woman knocked over by the first blast, a second heater exploded.

Becca screamed at the policeman to let her up. "I haven't done anything. Let me go." A moment later, she felt a sudden intense vibration like being at a firework show. When the officer finally let her sit up, she looked up at his dark face and realized something was wrong. His lips were moving but there was no sound.

The right side of the girl's clothing was ripped, probably by shrapnel, but aside from bruising she was okay. Jonathan tried to ask her if she had any other injuries, but she just stare blankly at his face. For a moment he thought, "Another white girl pretending she wasn't afraid of black people." Then, with tears running down her face she whispered, "I can't hear you." The girl felt like a small child as he put his large arms around her. He held her until the EMTs took her away.

Jonathan was greeted by the smell of roast chicken as he walked through the front door of the apartment. His wife had taken the day off from work to prepare Thanksgiving dinner. He put his hands around her waist and looked over her shoulders at the sweet potato pie sitting on the counter. Laying his cheek on the top of her head, he sighed and let his body relax. She didn't ask any questions about his day. As he thanked the Lord for His blessing and the wonderful meal, he said a silent prayer for the young girl.

Becca got exactly what she wanted... there were no questions about going back to school or getting a job. The long wooden table was covered with Thanksgiving decorations, along with fresh oyster casserole, candied yams, brussel sprouts, a small bowl of green beans for her younger brother, piles of mashed potatoes, and what looked like a twenty pound turkey. Her father might have said grace, but she heard nothing.

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