Laughter is the “best medicine” for your heart
I think this blog needs some humor after this happened. Humor is what gets me through the monotonous days filled with diaper changing, schlepping around, doing chores, blah blah blah. And not only that, according to this article, laughter is good for your heart!!
You’ve got to love blogs, I have been addicted to reading the many many blogs in the blogosphere and there are a lot of funny talented writers out there. Of course I can’t list them all, but this one post still gets me a chuckle here and there every time I think about it.
I’ve attempted to be as funny too in this. My oldest sister is my number one fan (ahem…the only one, who am I kidding?!) and she was in tears reading it. Well, maybe that’s not saying much since she did the laughing-out-loud-bawling thing while watching “Dumb and Dumber”.
Here’s something you might want to know about me. My nickname in college was “BOJ”, “Bundle of Joy”! Yup! I was sooo high on life. AHA! You thought I was going to say I was so high on weed, pot, dope or whatever you want to call it, weren’t you! Nope, never touched that stuff in college. I guess I was too much of a chicken and brainwashed, conditioned by the many threats from my parents and it actually sank in that I shouldn’t do that stuff or any other stuff that my parents deemed forbidden.
Where the heck am I going with this post. Heck if I knew. I’m rambling here. One trip to the ER, that’s all it took to shake a bejesus out of this Mom, leaving me with writer’s block.
Oh, I remembered now. Last night, Tyler didn’t have a bandage on his wound, pointing to his chin and said “now I look like Daddy.” It dawned on me that he was talking about my hubbie’s facial hair. The black stitches did look like facial hair and it looked pretty funny on his smooth tanned face (I swear, we will be dark as coal by the time the summer’s over, this heat is killing me!).
You got to love kids and the things that come out of their mouths. This morning Tyler said to me “Mommy, look at my booger.” I looked but couldn’t see any and he said “No, you have to look inside. Can you take it out for me? I think it’s a big one.” I said in disgust “No, you get a napkin and get it out yourself. Dis.gusting!”
As I was on my way to drop Tyler off at Robot Camp (more on this in a later post), he yelled from the back seat “Look, it’s a big one. I told you. Ha ha ha!” He held the greenish glob the size of a football on his little finger and was taunting me in the back seat “See, I told you!”
Tyler and his boogers, every time I change his bed sheets, I would find a forest of round dark boogers which he managed to knead into nice little balls. Say it with me people. DIS.GUSTING!! We don’t get paid enough to do this kind of stuff folks.
And boys will be boys, every time my sons “let one go”, they would exclaim in pride “I farted!” and it doesn’t matter where you happen to be at that moment, in line at the grocery store, at the movie theater, in a restaurant, they do it indiscriminatingly leaving me blushing with pride “yup, that’s my sons!” But you know, I get my revenge too.
Let’s say, hypothetically speaking, if we’re at a beach sitting only a few feet a way from our beach neighbors, and I happened to “break wind”. I can say “hey Trent or better yet Sophia (since she can’t talk and defend herself yet), that was gross!” And then the beach neighbors won’t think it was me and my gas problem. Not that I have one, this is all hypothetical now folks. You see, I knew there’s a reason why I had kids in the first place. 
Thanks for humoring me by reading this. 
I think this blog needs some humor after this happened. Humor is what gets me through the monotonous days filled with diaper changing, schlepping around, doing chores, blah blah blah. And not only that, according to this article, laughter is good for your heart!!
You’ve got to love blogs, I have been addicted to reading the many many blogs in the blogosphere and there are a lot of funny talented writers out there. Of course I can’t list them all, but this one post still gets me a chuckle here and there every time I think about it.
I’ve attempted to be as funny too in this. My oldest sister is my number one fan (ahem…the only one, who am I kidding?!) and she was in tears reading it. Well, maybe that’s not saying much since she did the laughing-out-loud-bawling thing while watching “Dumb and Dumber”.
Here’s something you might want to know about me. My nickname in college was “BOJ”, “Bundle of Joy”! Yup! I was sooo high on life. AHA! You thought I was going to say I was so high on weed, pot, dope or whatever you want to call it, weren’t you! Nope, never touched that stuff in college. I guess I was too much of a chicken and brainwashed, conditioned by the many threats from my parents and it actually sank in that I shouldn’t do that stuff or any other stuff that my parents deemed forbidden.
Where the heck am I going with this post. Heck if I knew. I’m rambling here. One trip to the ER, that’s all it took to shake a bejesus out of this Mom, leaving me with writer’s block.
Oh, I remembered now. Last night, Tyler didn’t have a bandage on his wound, pointing to his chin and said “now I look like Daddy.” It dawned on me that he was talking about my hubbie’s facial hair. The black stitches did look like facial hair and it looked pretty funny on his smooth tanned face (I swear, we will be dark as coal by the time the summer’s over, this heat is killing me!).
You got to love kids and the things that come out of their mouths. This morning Tyler said to me “Mommy, look at my booger.” I looked but couldn’t see any and he said “No, you have to look inside. Can you take it out for me? I think it’s a big one.” I said in disgust “No, you get a napkin and get it out yourself. Dis.gusting!”
As I was on my way to drop Tyler off at Robot Camp (more on this in a later post), he yelled from the back seat “Look, it’s a big one. I told you. Ha ha ha!” He held the greenish glob the size of a football on his little finger and was taunting me in the back seat “See, I told you!”
Tyler and his boogers, every time I change his bed sheets, I would find a forest of round dark boogers which he managed to knead into nice little balls. Say it with me people. DIS.GUSTING!! We don’t get paid enough to do this kind of stuff folks.
And boys will be boys, every time my sons “let one go”, they would exclaim in pride “I farted!” and it doesn’t matter where you happen to be at that moment, in line at the grocery store, at the movie theater, in a restaurant, they do it indiscriminatingly leaving me blushing with pride “yup, that’s my sons!” But you know, I get my revenge too.
Let’s say, hypothetically speaking, if we’re at a beach sitting only a few feet a way from our beach neighbors, and I happened to “break wind”. I can say “hey Trent or better yet Sophia (since she can’t talk and defend herself yet), that was gross!” And then the beach neighbors won’t think it was me and my gas problem. Not that I have one, this is all hypothetical now folks. You see, I knew there’s a reason why I had kids in the first place.
Thanks for humoring me by reading this.
Oh no! So this is what i’m in for with my guy too? Lol!
I farted!
Hee…that’s kinda fun. No wonder they do it.
At least we all know the kids are good for something besides creating laundry and entertaining us with “The Beauty Beats the Beast” or some other variety of childhood make over of a fairy tale classic.