This website, and my sense of humor that you’ve gotten to know in it, is an extension of me.  It’s how I look at daily life. I have live a life like everyone else. Full of stress and unhappy moments that I could dwell on and, if I let them, could suck me down into a pit of despair.  But I try to find the humor in things.  Even the smallest things I can find some sort of snort-able character in.  My dad taught me this and I’ll never be more grateful for adopting another personality trait from a parent. And while this ability to find humor in all circumstances can get me in trouble at times, like laughing at funerals, I’ll stick to my guns that it’s the best way to view the world!  Sometimes I’ve been criticized for wearing rose colored glasses.  Well, to that I’ve always said its better to own a pair of rose colored sun glasses, and to know when to wear them, then to own a black umbrella to hide from that rain cloud that follows others around all day. I recommend that everyone should get a pair.

So, with out further blah, blah, blah… I had to pick three things off the top of my head… And that’s a hard thing to do with my sunny outlook… To ONLY pick three…

Obviously my darling daughter!
Everyday she makes me laugh. Even on the hardest of days she can do something silly or sweet that will make that hard outer crust I’ve worn all day crack. Some days she is the only reason I would get out bed. I lay there wondering what it would be like to just stay all warm and tucked in and not face the day and then she starts chattering and playing in her crib. I can hear her talking to herself in her nonsense vocabulary only understanding a word now and then. She will say Mommy or Dada and then “talk” to us for a while. In pretend conversations I imagine. Then during the day, usually when I’m upset she will come running up to me and wrap her little twig arms around my legs and squeeze. She’s so little but can squeeze so tight that she just squeezes the bad feelings right out. While I’d love to say that everyone needs one of these little creatures I would be lying, because I still feel that parents should be screened before being allowed to procreate, but maybe those who are having bad days could just borrow one of these wonder squeezers once in a while.

Thank Goddess for tennis balls!
If it wasn’t for these little fuzzy yellow balls I think I would be a homicidal maniac by now. With all the stresses of daily life, from the economy to finding time to go by bread, it’s nice to be able to go out and smack the crap out of a cute little fuzzy yellow tennis ball. (Ha! Aggressive much?) I love to be able to knock the cute right off that stinkin’ ball. Whacking it so hard the fuzz on the ball shears off and flies through the air. I love to smack it so hard it hits the fence on the other side of the court, sometimes sticking in between the chain links. And I love the feeling of release when I do that. Unfortunately this release of tension isn’t so great for playing actual tennis games because most of the time these fuzzy yellow balls, when hit with such force, won’t behave and land inside the lines, but sometimes we just need to hit outside the lines to feel better. I recommend it to all!

My cat.
She purrs. She snuggles. She demands attention. She gets annoyed when that attention is ignored. She ignores. She gets irritated. She finds happiness in puddles of sunshine on the floor. She makes me smile because she’s the furry four legged version of me.

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Love and Kisses!

My other birthday wish, not having to change any diapers for the day…. do I have to explain that one? Really? Dirty, stinky, poopy baby butt? On my birthday?

How about you? What do you do on your birthdays?

UPDATE 8/21: It is not officially my birthday!  I’ve had several sweet people comment and wish me a happy birthday and I just wanted to clarify that my birthday isn’t until January. So what I’m going to do is store up your birthday wishes and hold them for a little while.  HOWEVER!  I am also seriously debating, since accidentally having this “half-birthday” in August, that I should have a “half-birthday” every year in the summer time and not in the winter when it’s yucky out.  I tried out the theory with a little wine last night and it’s growing on me.  So again, thank you to all the well wishers out there. The day may be wrong but the feelings you left were oh so right.

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The question of the day is:  If I was traveling on a bus would I rather be stuck sitting next to an irritating chatter box or the quiet gawker?  

My answer:

I’ve been known to be an irritating talker myself. When in Rome…. And if they are too irritating I’m practiced enough in the art of irritating conversation that I can just irritate them right back to their happy quiet place. Besides, an irritating talker is usually pretty open and you know what they are thinking. Quiet starer…who knows what’s going on in their heads. It’s usually not “hey I think that chick has booger hanging out of her nose” Or I hope it’s not…

I used to work/married into the business for a boat rental company who’s office was at the end of a long pier on a lake marina. During high lake traffic times the public bathrooms there would just get slammed. Let me remind everyone how disgusting humans are sometimes…. Anyways, one of the toilets in the two potty unisex system kept malfunctioning. But since people are so disgusting they would just ignore the out of order sign on the door, which I had practically taped shut with duct-tape, and used it anyways. This caused its own set of troubles since we couldn’t flush the toilet without dumping buckets of water in it. Finally I had enough of that extra problem and took to fixing the toilet myself. There I was sitting backwards on the pot with tools sticking out of my pockets, elbow deep in the tank. Believe it or not I STILL had stupid people asking me if I would leave for a minute so they could use it!!! HELLO! Didn’t the pipe wrench in my back pocket clue you in to the fact that it’s OUT OF ORDER or did you miss the fact that I didn’t have my pants pulled down and was sitting backwards on the pot with elbow deep in the tank!! Or did you just miss the OUT OF ORDER sign? It was crazy!!

The way I fixed it was pretty nuts too. Long story short it needed some weight to get the “flapper” to close so I ended up tying fishing weights to it to help draw it down in between flushes. Worked like a charm for the whole summer till the management of the marina finely felt they could devote the $20 bucks to just replace the guts of the toilet.

I’ll never forget those good times!

30 Love (explored) by Evil Erin

In defense of my vice: tennis

Tennis is my vice. It’s the only reason I enjoy getting out of bed in the morning. Even when I should be doing other things I can usually find someone who is just as addicted as I am to go play. I use the excuse that its good exercise to get out of housework. Unfortunately, my daughter is going to get smart to this one day and will realize that she can black mail mommy into paying her to be her ball girl.