Monday, September 21, 2009

laughter therapy list

I laughed today. A bunch of times, in fact.

Which got me thinking. What is it about laughing that seems to put me on top of the world? And what is it about something, that makes someone laugh? And why do I find Snow Monkeys downright hi-larious and others don't even bat an eye at them? And why is it that when the most irritating fly is flying laps around my head, the fly swatter goes missing? Sorry, wrong post.

I digress.

So, since I'm sure you already know the bundle of benefits your body undergoes by merely taking part in a good rib tickler, I'll just share with you what cracks me the heck up.


When people lip sync to songs, but don't know the words.

When this is what I get:

when I ask this little girl to please smile and say, "cheese."

When people use the word "crud."

This video from Youtube.

The scene from Along Came Polly when the guys are playing a pickup game of basketball, and Philip Seymour Hoffman keeps yelling "Let it rain" while throwing nothing but bricks at the hoop.

How Hazel started calling her twin sister "YaYa." And now Norah calls Hazel the same thing.

Just looking at this picture--that my camera's timer caught while we were trying for a group photo--of my friend the other night during Girls Night Out:

When I hit a bump while driving, and Norah calls from the 3rd row, "Whoa Mom."

When Luke insists on pushing his dumptruck in the doll stroller when we go on walks.

When I compliment myself out loud--as I begin to clean up the savory supper meal that I'd just prepared for our family--saying, "No kidding! [Self] you did a darn dippity job on that there meal. Well done!" And, Mr. Marvelous embraces me and replies with, "Hold on there little lady. Be careful you don't throw your shoulder out while patting yourself on the back."

And looking at pictures of people laughing, while they sit in parking lots way past most people's bedtime:

Ha ha hahahaha. See? [Sigh]

Anyways. What gets you giggling?

Sunday, September 13, 2009

where I talk about the twins. and stuff.

Hazel. Sweet, smiley sister who's snacking on a sandwich while sitting in the sun.

Norah. Serious, sunkissed sister who's slurping a sticky 'sicle.

Mommy and the little girls. Setting out to splash in our suits on the sandbar

Some things are simply scrumptious.
(Some other things are: Simply's Raspberry Lemonade, college football season tickets, Asian Zing boneless wings, MM's ears, our vacuum's dirt sensor light, and the transition from flipflops and skirts to fuzzy boots and puffy vests.)
So? You want to share some of your scrumptious stuff?

Thursday, September 3, 2009

My Husband. And Rocks.

Husband. Rocks.

You didn't actually think I was the type that compares my husband to rocks, did you? Come on now.

And, I bet you didn't guess me as the type to wear, rewear and re-rewear new favorite t-shirts for days in a row, withholding sudsy water from them, did you?

Well, well. There is a lot to learn yet.