Find your Funny

It's harder to "find the funny" than I thought! I'm trying. Really, I am! It's just that it's work sometimes to get out of yourself and into a spirit of fun. That is key! Get out of your head. Look for something worthy of joy. It shouldn't be that hard!

The other day I scrubbed up my scuzzy birdbath, which for some odd reason I always call the "birdhouse" and it cracks me up. Anyway, I scrubbed it up, filled it full of clean water and set it closer to the windows. It didn't take long for the goldfinches to find out a new hot tub had been delivered! The chickadees joined in and before I knew it, I was bird watching like the old lady I really am inside! Only I make it funny, with commentary and sometimes the birds say things they shouldn't say....but it makes for a good time.

Our swimming pool hasn't seen many bodies this summer due to the fact that we've had a cooler summer, we're too cheap to invest in a heater, and frankly, our girls are lazy....anyway, it turned a little green. Normally that would have bothered me, but since I am such a Ninja Turtles fan, I simply said to Steve, "Hey, I think I found the Secret Ooze....all we need are a few turtles and we can start our own cartoon...." Well, that sent him straight to the "shock" and chlorine, and he ruined my whole idea! It's clear again. Still no one is swimming except for the bees....even though I found their secret hive and killed the queen. Another cartoon that won't be happening.

Another puzzling, yet not really amusing thing is the mystery stink in my van. Is that funny? Not really, but the jokes have been. I have torn that van apart! No stinking or smoking gun has been located thus far. The stink goes on....I have scrubbed....I have sprayed...I have febrezed until I can't febreathe......I have clothespinned the noses of unsuspecting passengers, no I have not but that is next....and I just can't get that stink! So love us, love our stinky van. The seats were pulled out in order to search it more thoroughly, and realizing I actually needed an extra seat to pick up an extra girl, I was forced to try to put the seat back in. My first mistake was thinking I could actually do that! I picked it up with my bad back. Lifted it with my knee, shoved it in, slid it, and CLICK went the seat in the WRONG slots, leaving it in the wrong spot. Hmmm...it was gonna be there forever as far as I was concerned. I had to call my dad to meet me at the school to help me transport the extra girl. When he got there he tried to help lift the seat out of the wrong slot but before he did he asked, "Is this seat on the correct side?" I said smartly, "Well, of course it is. That is the stinky seat and the stinky seat goes on the driver's side. Anyone knows that." He gave me one of those looks, eyes to the sky, and proceeded to try to put it on the other side! Dad! "Yup, you're right" He said. See, funny!
And still the van stinks. And it's now wet since yesterday it rained and the window was down. HA HA HA!!

Find your funny. You think it's not there...but it is. :) Blessings to you and your little belly laughter.