This conversation definitely has some zing!
Since I’m getting ready for some new projects I thought I’d pump myself up …
Gotta be fierce!
Find a lot of natural stuff hiking in California …
I don’t run into anybody by chance, while clocking in at “the office,” because there is no office. I don’t run into anyone while I’m my lunch break, because I don’t get breaks. I’m not on a 9-5 schedule so most of my chance encounters happen with words.
I hear something that someone says in a movie, song, book, lecture, Netflix, or in a documentary and it sticks.
It stays with me and changes something in me. It helps align things that are off-center, or gives me an A-Ha! Moment, or makes me feel like I’m on the right track. Sometimes it just opens my eyes when I had no idea they were closed. Sometimes it happens with people during unexpected moments in life, but most of the the time, it happens with words.
“The predicament that you are in right now does not define your destiny … You otta look at every negative situation in your house and say … you’re a liar! I don’t believe you.”
— TD Jakes
That was a good chance encounter.
Discovering geological finds beneath our feet.
Ready for an awesome hike in the beautiful outdoors … uh-oh…but first … potty break before we get on our way.
Art is an amazing thing, helps you find beauty everywhere… this piece was found by my friend in NYC.
I like the idea of a playlist summarizing my week through songs. The Powers That Be at the Daily Post put out a challenge … describe your week through the power of a playlist.
It started off rough … but turned itself around.
This is my mixed tape.
If You’re Going Through Hell — Rodney Atkins
Living On A Prayer — Jon Bon Jovi
Roar — Katy Perry
Whip It — Devo
Staying Alive — The Bee Gees
How’s your week going?
It’s not as inspiring as the original in Iwo Jima, but I thought this was such an amazing tribute created by the LEGO Master Builders.
At least 1,000 pieces.
I thank it for being the weapon to my survival.
It’s one of my best qualities. I think it raises the point level on my chick-o-meter. Otherwise I’d probably just be average. But the thing is I’m not hilarious-stand up comedy type of funny. I’m more of a situational humorist — the kind that finds funny or at least tries to find the funny in disastrous, hopeless, ridiculous situations.
I mean when you’re the only person in the Lamaze class that states with absolutely certainty that you’re gonna get the drugs as soon as you walk through the hospital doors, but when the time comes you realize that your particular labor is quick and by the time you arrive apparently you are at the point of no return.
You have to find the humor in that, maybe not at that instance but shortly thereafter when you’re cursing up a storm in a catholic hospital, that’s got to be a ha-ha moment.
When you’re sitting in your shrink’s office and she says:
“Sorry I don’t think this is working out.”
Dude. You realize that she just gave you the it’s-not-you-it’s-me speech. How do you go about dealing with the fact that your shrink broke up with you? I mean who does that happen to?
It happens to people like me. So instead of drowning in sorrows thinking I’m beyond help, or jumping off a bridge, I write a short story about it and try to find the humor in being dumped by a therapist. Ha-ha moment indeed.
Perhaps the ha-ha’s extend to situations beyond just me, where I can find funny in uncomfortable situations that I unknowingly ignited. Just like the time where I got a new job and had been working there for about six months before I met a guy who I thought was great. Super cool. I thought he was so great that I set him up with my old high-school friend. I was proud to have been a successful matchmaker, only to accidentally realize that the reason he’d been off from work for a week was because he was on his honeymoon. Yeah, after the shock wore off I found my matchmaking skills to be quite humorous.
Even in the face of death, I found a ha-ha moment. And I really shouldn’t have. Facing near death should really scare the crap out of you, but I found that almost choking to death on a Pinkberry Frozen Yogurt topping and then peeing on myself in public while I was trying to cough my way back to life might have been pretty amusing. Or perhaps macing myself in the middle of the night on a dark street on the way back from the library during my college days would have required a little ha-ha in order to get passed the stupidity of it all.
Did I mention I’m a mom? Yeah.
Mother of two.
You need humor to get you through the day. Parenting, although joyous, stresses you out. You get to know the word weary. I never knew weary until I was a parent, so humor helps me get through parenthood, as does chocolate and a nice glass of Framboise.
Funny does play an important role in my life. I find that humor is the compass that keeps me grounded. It’s my Wish Factor … The Wish Factor. The X Factor. It’s that thing that keeps me from falling apart sometimes. It’s the thing that helps withstand the George Costanza phase of my current existence. It’s the thing that makes life less crappy, because on any given day you never know what funny can do. Funny is the thing. It makes survival possible. It makes life more enjoyable. That’s what funny does for me.
But aside from making myself laugh, who is the funniest person I know?
My college comadres crack me up. It’s a cohesive effort where everyone feeds off each other and the laughter abounds. A day with them ends up being good for my soul.
The funniest person on TV that cracks me up?
Yup. Funny … It’s my compass.