Humor is an interesting thing.  It has been mentioned previously that some seriously warped and demented people  friends of mine think that I’m funny.  That the things that I write about make them laugh at life, themselves, the everyday minutia that afflicts us all.

I seriously don’t see it.  I never think of myself as funny.  I am a HORRIBLE joke teller.  Just ask The Boy.  I stink at it.  Can never get the timing right or forget how the whole things goes exactly.  Fudge the punchline, that sort of thing.

In general, I see myself as a rather run of the mill, next door neighbor like person who is just as crazy as anyone else but not necessarily all that funny about it. I just relate stories to y’all.  The mundane, run of the mill stuff that happens to each and every one of us gets written down for all my progeny to be tortured with for years to come.  Poor things…

 In normal conversation I tend to be long winded and rather rabbit trail-ish.  Those of you who know me in real life can attest to this.  There isn’t much funny in my conversation, not intentionally anyway.  

Perhaps it is just the circumstances of my life and how they play out that y’all find amusing.  Yes, that must be it.  I’m living in this Abbot and Costello slapstick comedy, strange and amusing things keep happening to me and I simply relate those back to you and thus you find amusement….

I’ll buy that.

I tend to embrace sarcasm a bit.  I like word pictures, a lot.  Wait, A LOT!  When I read a book it’s as though there is a movie in my head.  I can visualize the scenery and characters in minute detail.  In fact, when I read a book and then see the movie based on the book I’m often dissatisfied with their choices for certain characters when they don’t match up to what I’ve imagined.

Maybe my tendency to paint word pictures comes from the need to grasp onto those minute details of life.  To hang on with all I’ve got to memories that wouldn’t make it into a scrapbook but are so very precious and charming that I don’t want to let them slip by.  

Perhaps my tendency to relate the funny parts of our lives to y’all is an effort to remember to be grateful.  To appreciate the good things in my life and not focus on the rest.  

The singular moments that make you smile.  The things that make you laugh until your stomach hurts and tears pour down your cheeks.  I want to remember those things.  

Sure the birthdays and family trips and milestones are important.  It’s all the moments in between that make us who we are.  The  subtleties of daily existence that form us and shape us.  

The way my daughters make me laugh every day. 

The way they make me want to pull my hair out on a regular basis as well.

They way The Boy’s smile lights up our home every afternoon when he comes home from work.

The way my crazy dog will NOT bark to go out.

Silly, inconsequential things.  But in the end, so very important.

We walked through the fruit section of Whole Foods on Saturday afternoon almost completely oblivious to the “ick” that lay ahead.  We noticed that Lizzy seemed droopy and tired but who wouldn’t be after working for 6 1/2 hours at the church to clean out the prop room.  I was exhausted and achey but chalked that up to working at church on 4 hours of sleep.  

Steven, the human thermometer, kissed Lizzy’s forehead while standing near the strawberries.  She was definitely running a fever.  

By the time we got home, my throat was starting to hurt a LOT.  Emily had started coughing.  Oh joy.

Lizzy ran a fever of anywhere from 103-104.5 all night Saturday and most of the day on Sunday.  She threw up Sunday night/Monday morning (can’t remember).  Monday saw some improvement in her attitude if nothing else.  She was back to being her bouncy happy self, despite the fever of around 100 she’s had since.

Emily was beginning to hack like a life long smoker and run a fever as well.  Then on Monday, Katy started with the fevers of 104ish right along with Emily.  Katy threw up a time or two. And as of this morning Katy and Emily are still in the 100-101 temp neighborhood though they seem more perky than they had been.

I, on the other hand, didn’t really realize how sick I was I don’t think.  I knew I felt rotten but the girls needed me so I plugged along as best I could.  Raging temperature, cough, bloody phlegm and all.  

Finally, Tuesday morning I felt like I should try to take a shower.  Oh my.  I just got out a few minutes ago and I’m exhausted.  

That’s the best face I could muster under the circumstances.  Sorry.

On a lighter note, look what Lizzy had done last Monday….

She asked to get her ears pierced so we went over and got them done.  Can you believe that child didn’t even CRY???  One brave girl we’ve got there.

A, B, C, D, E, F . . .

A – Age: 35.  Gasp!  Dude I’m gettin’ old!! 
B – Band listening to right now: No music on right now but if I open up iTunes the first song is Apologize by Timbaland
C – Career future: Photographer some day….
D – Dad’s name: Mike
E – Easiest person to talk to: Beck, she knows all my dirty laundry all the way back to high school.  
F – Favorite song: Current favorites are almost anything by Sugarland
G – Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms: G for GAG!!  Neither one thanks.
H – Hometown: Was born in Tifton, GA but grew up in Fitzgerald, GA
I – Instruments: Flute, alto saxaphone
J – Job: Currently Mom
K – Kids: Yes, I have some…..
L – Longest car ride ever: From Fitzgerald, GA to Keller, TX
M – Mom’s name: Mary Jo
N – Number of people you email regularly: 5
P – Phobia[s]: Being out of control….  Flying, ok so not flying but crashing
Q – Quote: Current favorite is:  We live in a world where lemonade is made with artificial lemon flavor and furniture polish is made with real lemons.  Alfred E. Newman
R – Reason to smile:  The Boy, The Girls, Good Friends
S – Song you sang last: Hard Knock Life from Annie (yes, I’ll be singing them in my sleep before the play is over!!)
T – Time you wake up: Between 6 and 7 on school days
U – Unknown fact about me: I have a blog people, there isn’t much unknown about me….  I DESPISE getting pedicures.  I’ve only had one but that lady messed up my foot.
V – Vegetable you hate: Cucumbers 
W – Worst habit: Talking without paying attention to what I’m saying
X – X-rays you’ve had: Good gracious is there enough room here???  Back (a gillion times), foot and leg (a gillion times), full body scan, flourascan of full GI tract (GAG!!  that was awful)  
Y – Yummy food: Fresh cold apple
Z – Zodiac sign: Capricorn