Showing posts with label laughter - a better medicine to swallow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label laughter - a better medicine to swallow. Show all posts
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Day 365...
I love making people laugh. especially when laughter is far, far away and doesn't want to be seen.
It is one of my favourite things in the whole big wide world to be able to make someone smile, chuckle, guffaw...during a time when it's hard to find the funny.
...in a tense moment, a sad moment, or a feeling like crap moment...to me, those are the moments we most need a smile...
a joke...a pun...a ridiculous song...a hilarious dance...I'm not afraid to make a fool of myself if I know it's going to give someone a much needed giggle.
The thing that's really awesome...there are a few people out there who are fantastic enough to do the same for me...and that just makes me feel supremely happy...and loved.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Friday, September 7, 2012
Day 250...
This morning, I received a text that made me giggle out loud.
It was from one of my darling Texans - it read:
"Hi, lady. Are we wearing jeans today?"
To which I replied:
"Ha. Well, yes. But I think you meant this to go to someone else. :)"
And then, the glorious reply:
"Shit! You are right! Good morning Karen!"
It was the perfect way to start my Friday...with a giggle and a smile.
It was from one of my darling Texans - it read:
"Hi, lady. Are we wearing jeans today?"
To which I replied:
"Ha. Well, yes. But I think you meant this to go to someone else. :)"
And then, the glorious reply:
"Shit! You are right! Good morning Karen!"
It was the perfect way to start my Friday...with a giggle and a smile.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Day 239...
oh my goodness! I've been laughing almost non-stop for an hour...reading post after post after post.
I love Brittany!
I love Brittany!
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Day eighty-seven - I love...laughing and giggling
My friend Kathi and I used to giggle so much that our boss would walk down the hall to our office, and quietly shut the door, because our laughter would echo all the way down the hall and to the other end of the building.
A few years ago, on a visit to Seattle, Kathi presented me with a little box of gifts. she was chuckling as she brought it to me. and as I opened it and withdrew the first prezzie, I started to laugh too. It was a rectangular block of wood with one word on it:
Kathi and I have had a kazajillion laughs together. Anna too. the three of us together form our own little circle of laughter. like a big laughter bubble that surrounds the us. Even when things get serious, Kathi, Anna and I have always been able to find a way to laugh at the sad, the frustrating, the painful. Laughter IS the best medicine. Many an afternoon resulted in sore ribs from so much laughter...tears streaming down our cheeks...
The "Giggle" block is on my book shelf in my living room. I see it every day. it makes me smile. and it reminds me of all the funny moments I have shared with my lovely friends. My Giggle block is a bit magical to me - conjuring up a different memory each time I look at it. like little sprinkles of pixie dust.
A few years ago, on a visit to Seattle, Kathi presented me with a little box of gifts. she was chuckling as she brought it to me. and as I opened it and withdrew the first prezzie, I started to laugh too. It was a rectangular block of wood with one word on it:
Giggle
Kathi and I have had a kazajillion laughs together. Anna too. the three of us together form our own little circle of laughter. like a big laughter bubble that surrounds the us. Even when things get serious, Kathi, Anna and I have always been able to find a way to laugh at the sad, the frustrating, the painful. Laughter IS the best medicine. Many an afternoon resulted in sore ribs from so much laughter...tears streaming down our cheeks...
The "Giggle" block is on my book shelf in my living room. I see it every day. it makes me smile. and it reminds me of all the funny moments I have shared with my lovely friends. My Giggle block is a bit magical to me - conjuring up a different memory each time I look at it. like little sprinkles of pixie dust.
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