The People Who Make me Laugh

Today is.... National She's Funny That Way Day, a day to pay tribute to funny women by listing ways the women in our lives make us laugh (sponsored by Brenda Meridith of Winchendon, Massachusetts, 978-297-1820).

In honor of She's Funny That Way Day I will now list those who make me laugh...

But before I do that there are some that I laugh at and others that make me laugh because they are funny, girlfriend (said in a nice southern drawl). Please note the difference.

1. my sister, I totally laugh at her sometimes but most times she is just downright funny. Her blog cracks me up and the predicaments she gets herself into .... oh I just can't go on... somehow though she always comes out smelling like roses. I kid you not.
2. my youngest child, she doesn't need words to crack me up. It is her expressions that get me. All she has to do is flash those expressive eyes and it is all I can do not to laugh, particularly when I am trying to scold her. The night before Easter my husband was trying to get her to put her pajamas on and she wouldn't go and wouldn't go. So he threatened to call the Easter bunny and tell him not to come. Well, she took off like a bullet up the stairs. She gets halfway up and then comes back down and pops her head in the kitchen again and says, "you can't call him. You don't know his number!" And then runs back up the stairs.
3. Nicole. She is just so funny and well you just have to read her blog!
4. My old college roommate, Zebrafeet. She and I disagree on most things political and well, I just have to laugh. She is a great friend and I love her.
5. The "Yarn Harlet". There are times where I read her blog and laugh so hard I am crying and can't breathe. Even if you are not a knitter I think you will find her blog very entertaining.
6. Hilary Clinton. Yes, this one I laugh at! I just don't understand her sometimes, no, at all. There is just so much here, I don't know where to start. Why did she stay with Bill after the Lewinsky thing? (yes I am sure it was "political", but come one women, we would have kicked his you know what to the curb a long time ago) What was that crying thing in the pastry shop interview/speech a couple months ago? No one really believed it. Why ..... oh I just can't go on.
7. Rosie O'Donnell. I used to think she was funny and I laughed for entertainment, but in the last couple years she has just gotten weird.
8. my neighbor, she cracks me up. She is super anal about everything. Wants to be perfect and ends up being controlling in the process. We all laugh at her in our women's group. And she takes it in jest. She just can't stop and we love her for it.
9. I would be remiss if I didn't include myself in this list. ME! I make me laugh. I crack myself up in the most inopertune times. Usually it is a thought, other times it is because of something I have done or said. And...

Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves, for they shall never cease to be
amused. - Anonymous

So who makes you laugh?

Things You Cling To

As a child many people have a favored blanket or bear or something that they use for comfort. I had "Dolly" and "Mutsie". Dolly was a doll made from a patterned material which my mother cut out and sewed together. She used panty hose that had run to stuff my dolly. I dragged her around by her leg because it was easy to grip for a little hand. I still have dolly somewhere but I gave her up in my early childhood. I also had a little monkey called "Mutsie". He has survived the ages also but I long ago gave up taking him everywhere too.

My son has many stuffed animals and used to have a favorite blanket, well two. My husband had a talk with him when he turned 7 and Nicholas gave up his blankets. Now that they are out of site he doesn't ask for them but I know if I pulled them out again he would snuggle with them again. My middle daughter has no real favorite animal or blanket. She never really has. Caroline, the youngest, has a bear, called "Bear". She loves him and sleeps with him most every night. She takes him to sleep overs at her grandparents' houses. But even at 5 there are nights she could take him or leave him. Just last night she didn't bother to get him out of her suitcase, after returning home from Gram's house, to sleep with Bear.

My sister on the other hand still has her bear. He was also made by my mother and cut from a patterned material. She sewed him together and he got real stuffing. She carried him everywhere. And I mean everywhere. He would get dirty and my mother would throw him in the washer and dryer and Jennifer would wait right there until he was dry and the buzzer when off on the dryer and she would open the door and take him out. Then she would work hard to make him smell right again. While Jennifer sucked her thumb she would rub his nose and she eventually rubbed a hole in him. After that it was harder to wash. My mother searched everywhere to find another bear just like his. At that time I found out that when I was little I actually went through three Dollys. When one wore out she would replace it with another one. When Jennifer was 7 or 8 years old my mom found a Bear to replace hers at a yard sale. She brought it home and washed it and presented it to Jennifer. She seemed excited at first but when it came down to real snuggling Jennifer preferred the one with the hole in the nose. By now the hole went straight through the bear and you could put your arm through him, which Jenn would do and then swing him around and around her arm. I am not sure what happened to the new Bear, because he just wouldn't take the place of the old one.

Jennifer is now 34 years old and she still has the Bear. He is now shreds of material held together with threads. He no longer has any stuffing left and he resides in her pillowcase. So, yes, I believe she still sleeps with him. In her adult years she has moved along to a stuffed dog with a red ribbon collar but nothing compares to Bear. I think when we were young, I pretended to marry Jennifer and her Bear. I had no idea that the marriage would last this long.