Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Addicted to Laughing

I like laughing. A lot. Loud, quiet, sneaky or trying-so-hard to hold it in but it bursts out instead laughing. I also like laughing until my face hurts but I can't stop smiling. I don't like laughing that leads to tooting....because you're the thing that's funny....I'm just kidding that's funny too. You have never truly experienced laughing until you have lost some control of your bowels. I think that's why I married my husband, he makes me laugh until it hurts, that's how I work out my abs. I think I'm a funny girl....(whenever those two words come together I do think of Barbra Streisand). People say, "You're so funny," even when I don't mean to be. I like to keep things light-hearted and upbeat which is ironic because I was such an angry angry......must keep dark side closed.....grrr.

Anyway, this might just be a girl thing, but about two weeks ago I stayed up really late with my sister and my cousin talking and laughing about old stories and deep dark secrets. No, I'm not sharing secrets or stories, but we were laughing hard but quietly, like when you have to bury your face in a pillow. Those were good times. Laughing so hard that you get a headache and staying up so late that parts of your body decide to shut down and you have to figure out a way to get to bed.

Here are a few things that are guaranteed to make me laugh:
- Baby Sagittarius singing, "Simply Irresistible"
- Crotchety onery old people (I love you Gramma).
- Mechanic Hubby
- Various television shows
- tickling (which I actually do not like. I don't like laughing involuntarily).

If I was in a horrible situation, I would rather laugh than cry, because crying will get you nowhere but with laughing you get free endorphins. I wish I could hi-five someone right now. Up top!

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Female Anger is Quiet...

We're never "fine" when we're asked. If I say that I'm fine and I don't instantly start talking about something that went on in my day, then things are not fine. People that know me know that I'm a talkative person so if I'm quiet....dun dun dun.

Throughout my life, I let a lot of things that bother me go. I don't like to harbor bad feelings or emotions because it'll eff up my day for who knows how many days in a row. And yes to be fair, this may be written out of anger but I'm getting over it. This is helping. I think it's safe to say that no one likes to be compared or somehow compete against anyone. I would like to think of myself as slightly different from everybody else but I'm pretty sure there's a million other girls exactly like me, which is fine because I don't know them. Who else loves to eat a tortilla chip topped with mashed potatoes, beans, a slice of pickle with shredded cheddar cheese on top all in one bite? Okay, my sisters do but we all live in different states, so there. I'm pretty sure there is no one else in their respective states that like to eat that.

There's another thing that we have in common...we all like to clean when we are angry. Anger gets the job least in my house it does, maybe that's why cleaning is never a priority. All in all I'm not a very angry woman...I was an angry teen but who wasn't?

So what brought this on? Well, I won't say but I really don't like it when people tell me how to do a job that I've been doing for a while. Let's just leave it at that. It's petty, I know. Again, I was compared to someone who has a trait that I didn't like but was revealed to me that I have that same trait. Is it true that we don't get along with people most like ourselves? I told Mechanic Hubby, "Of course, you are right." Then I took out the garbage, wiped down the counters, the stove, swept the kitchen, cleared the table, threw the towels in the dryer and started writing this. The more I think about it, the more anger I feel towards myself for being angry about it in the first place. I can't do his job (no matter how much I think I can) and he definitely can't do mine.

There's no point in losing sleep over a "silly" comment. Did I ever mention that I'm an insomniac?