There are days when I can think that pretty much sums up life for me. Because I have undoubtedly had more than my fair share of terrible, horrible, no good, very bad things to happen to me and my family.
And knowing this, it is so easy to give in, give up, or lose hope. I have to remind myself of the good that overshadows the bad. God has blessed this life, this I know. Any good has come from Him.
But on those THNGVB days, even knowing the promise of my future, I sometimes need an extra dose of happiness. Searching out the joy is what keeps me putting one foot in front of the other some days.
I have to find the good...the happy...the JOY....the funny.
Maybe you're having an Eeyore rainy day too? If so, have a laugh on me. Or five.
1. Good things come to those who wait....?
Ahh, the memories! I wouldn't consider myself cute, even in the early days. My 2nd grade photo looks like one of those old western photos restored to color. Did my horse just die? 3rd grade...apparently refugee hippy was in style. 4th, I look like an old school teacher or nun. Seriously? Lace!? Mom, what were you thinking?! Where did my wardrobe come from, Sue Heck, from the TV show "The Middle"?
Not that I could ever have entered a beauty pageant, at least I ended decent in my senior photo. Geez.
2. Can you spare a square?
Everyone has funny bathroom stories. Mine and the other lady involved probably differ a bit, as maybe hers seemed a little less funny, more traumatic.
I don't really recall where I was but, against my usual better judgment, I entered a stall without a thorough check and sweep to sit right down for business. Once already in the act, I realized there was no toilet paper. I am not a shake and dry gal. To my relief, someone entered the next stall. In the nicest way possible, I asked the lady if she could spare some paper.
No response.
"Excuse Me?" I said a little louder.
Still, nothing. Not even the sound of tinkle. But I can see her feet so I know she's there. Maybe she's shy, or hard of hearing, or reaallly concentrating. So, I go to tap on the wall between us.
In doing so, my hand hits the "intimates" trash can that is shared between the two stalls. I'm guessing it was hanging on a wing and a prayer, as I swear I barely touched it, but it goes flying off the wall.
And into her stall.
She's screaming now and there is a gaping hole between us. Seeing her bare legs was enough for me to decide I'd dripped dry by this point. I apologized profusely and got the heck out of dodge, not even stopping to wash my hands!
I don't really recall where I was but, against my usual better judgment, I entered a stall without a thorough check and sweep to sit right down for business. Once already in the act, I realized there was no toilet paper. I am not a shake and dry gal. To my relief, someone entered the next stall. In the nicest way possible, I asked the lady if she could spare some paper.
No response.
"Excuse Me?" I said a little louder.
Still, nothing. Not even the sound of tinkle. But I can see her feet so I know she's there. Maybe she's shy, or hard of hearing, or reaallly concentrating. So, I go to tap on the wall between us.
In doing so, my hand hits the "intimates" trash can that is shared between the two stalls. I'm guessing it was hanging on a wing and a prayer, as I swear I barely touched it, but it goes flying off the wall.
And into her stall.
She's screaming now and there is a gaping hole between us. Seeing her bare legs was enough for me to decide I'd dripped dry by this point. I apologized profusely and got the heck out of dodge, not even stopping to wash my hands!
3. Where'd that come from?
On our wedding day, we had cute little mauve packets of birdseed for our guests to throw at us as we exited the building.
Being the animal lover I was, I remember researching it (way back before Google so it was probably word of mouth) and learning that the commonly thrown rice was dangerous for birds. Bubbles were too expensive for these young newlyweds, so I opted to make my own packets with pink mesh and a pound of seed.
The thought was nice, envisioning a made-for-tv-moment of beautiful birdseed scattered across our paths. Little did I know those pesky, tiny little things fly everywhere. Coming out the door laughing, I ingested more than a mouthful. My cleavage did as well. I felt like I was digging out birdseed from every nook and cranny for days. I'm sure someone has a photo or two of me spitting on the front steps of the church!
Eight months later, I was at my grandmother's house for a visit when my ear started hurting. It felt like a bug was inside it so I go to dancing and shaking my head around her living room. Reaching my finger in for a scary scoop, I pulled out - you guessed it - birdseed. 8 MONTHS LATER!
4. Peek-A-Boo
Back before the many falls and motorcycle wrecks, I had strong legs and good knees. In one of my very first "real" jobs at the college, we were working on a project that required me to be in the floor. Thinking back, I honestly don't know why me and the Director of Education were crawling around in this classroom. I mean, it wasn't even to dig up files from the vault, but for some reason we were.I must've not known the events of the day because I was in a gingham sundress and heels. We were facing each other with large papers or poster board on the floor. I went to scoot back and get up when my heel caught in the back of my dress.
RRR-IIII-PPPPPPP!
I knelt there staring at my supervisor, wide-eyed and embarrassed. His face was just as red. I was scared to move, not knowing what damage was behind me or how much of my dress was left. After a long dramatic pause we both started laughing. So hard that I was afraid I'd shake the remnant of the material right off of me. Once finally composed, I made him close his eyes AND turn around while I assessed the damage.
Feeling like a dog chasing his tail, I spun around trying to see behind me. With my hands I felt my way down my backside, thankful to feel material until almost my calves. Knowing I wasn't going to moon my boss, I started laughing again and we fell back into the floor. Later that day a stapler became my friend as I mended it well enough to get out the door and home.
And last but not least, a story I've told before but is oh, so funny...
5. The time I tried to ride a cow...
These laughable moments brought to you by Me. :)
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