Monday, September 20, 2010

Love in Laughter

Who knew something so painful, violent, and uncontrollable could be so desirable.  It's contagious and insatiable.   We seek it out every chance we get and the moment the tears have ended, and pain subsided we look for another way to satisfy our desire.  We tickle, jest, tease, use our whit, our wiles, our pranks and our immaturity just to initiate a laugh.

You slay me, crack me up, kill me...

 I died laughing, fell on the floor, LOL...

She split her side, snorted, burst a vein in her forehead...

He shot the milk out of his nose, screamed like a girl, laughed his rear off..

Love in Laughter
I giggle, I wiggle, I jiggle a little.
But before I know it I wheeze, I fizzle, and I cry (like a whistle)
I flop, I ker-plop, and then my pants pop
I can't stop, I'm in pain,  and then Yell, "Daddy, DO IT AGAIN!"-- Me.

Thursday, September 16, 2010


From Andy's time in Kindergarten, to makin' bacon in Pass the Pigs aka Pig Mania (Thanks Mike for introducing me to one of the world's greatest games.) to my eldest son, Scotty, to my youngest nearly two year old.  Piggies seem to be central to our humor.  

Andy was taking an oral test in Kindergarten and failed.  Perhaps not funny to the then Kindergartner, but the fact that the teacher flunked him on account of calling his toes piggies, don't these Elementary Education teachers need to have taken Nursery Rhymes 101?


Jim sat at dinner the other night hugging his piggies.  He regularly holds them up so we can play piggies.  To Boot he's got the snort in the bag!  And watching Word World, Jim was cracking up at non

In our currently tight budget I served french toast, "Mom, can we have the red skinny stuff for breakfast with Pancakes tomorrow?"  Well we couldn't afford it, but thanks to birthday money from Mom McLatchy we enjoyed a feast of Bacon & Pancakes, BLTs and Chef salad with you got it, a bit of pig.  It's a good thing I don't believe in eating the Kosher meal plan!
A bit of Pig  Meal-ia

The best was a few months ago when Scotty invented his first joke.  Pigs on ATVs.  "There were three piggies.  One came to the guy who sells ATVs and said, 'I want a small ATV.'  The next little pig says, 'I want a middle-sized ATV.'  And the next pig says, 'I want a BIG ATV.'  The ATV guy says, 'Why do you need a BIG ATV.'  And the little pig says, 'Someone has to say weeeee, weeee, WEEEEEE all the way home.'"

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Failing or Flying?

Life is a balancing act, plain and simple.  The older I am the more I have experienced its certainty.  We often feel out of kilter, on the brink of disaster and then most decidedly something will come along to shove you right over the edge.  Any extreme is destructive, and yet we watch and cheer on those who have become obsessed with whatever talent or undertaking.  We compare ourselves to these geniuses, silently praising and dreaming for our own unrealized successes and yet knowing that we would have to give up all that we had for that one wish.  We carry it around, hoping to use it one day, but realizing that our time has been spent, we would've had to have devoted ourselves to that cause at the beginning of our lives.  So we pack it away with the rest of the monkeys on our back, and keeping hoping in vain to see such a dream come to fruition.

On to our daily tasks, which alone are quite the burden to bear, we tend to the tedious, the unrewarding daily grind.  Will today be the day I am acknowledged for my martyrdom?  Will today be the day I am rewarded?  We haven't time for such thoughts, we put it aside for a more urgent need like no toilet paper in the bathroom.  We laugh, we endure, we are faithful to the people we love and choices made.  But in this balancing act, where do I find myself?  Has that season passed, never to return?

I spoke at length with a mission companion about these types of passions, she already had her Masters at 24.  The question was presented, "Would you rather be good at one thing, or mediocre at many?"  I found myself quickly responding affirmative to the latter.  We would have to neglect much in order to be good at one thing.  So here I am, brown eyes, brown hair, average fluffy figure with no education, little talent, and no determination to pursue any dreams for fear of neglecting my prior responsibilities.  Is it fear of failure or priority that leads me to my choice.  Am I using my children as a crutch, or am I being the kind of person God would have me be, selfless and serving?  But then again he said to love my neighbor as myself, does that mean I've been short changing myself or is it all just a matter of timing and all possibilities will return once my greater objective has been served?  Am I to keep all the balls in the air, or abandon the burden of one dream for that of a better?

I think we'd like it to be OK to be extreme, good delineated from the bad, certain that we are on the right side.  But have you ever considered the right side is smack down the middle.  Not compromising value, but finding the EXACT compromise.  And yet most assuredly, as distinct is each individual and each family it depends on the situation.  For example.  When someone asks, "Do I look fat?"  it must be a balance between not encouraging the non-flattering jeans and loving and protecting the feelings of another.

I know this isn't my rather light humor.  But it's a subject that I keep returning to.  Mostly, I think we need to balance them, not all at the same time, but through the length of our lives, not missing the moment for the past or future... What has your experience taught you, and where do you find yourself on the scale?

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Gender Specific Communication

Here's my rather abstract understanding of men and women...

Men think vertically...
And if you've got a picture, all the better

Women think horizontally...
Allatonce,itallintermingles,andweunderstandeachother.  Lets get a move on I've got other things to do.

My children, both male.  Are cursed with the prior condition, but spend the majority of their time with a mother, thus the latter disorder.  No communication is better, although a room of men are so thick (my favorite British slang) that they think they're being subtle by asking their brother in front of the girlfriend ideas on how to propose.  Women on the other hand, never finish a thought... we do the you get the idea 1/2 way through the sentence and call it...  Interrupting my own thoughts is a frequent occurrence.

My husband bears the brunt of my calling it good, however.  He has become a human tape recorder so that when I lose my train of thought he can play it back and get me back on track.  However, I too, deal with the sum total of his redundancy in order that he may fully be understood and express himself...saying the same thing over in different words just to say what he already... you get the idea.

So to Elizabeth and Emily, I thank you for your thoughts, you inspiration and getting me back blogging.