I crack myself up…

To wrap up my second week in the new year I have a second self love recognition to share (in line with my 2012 ”resolution”) - I love that I can crack myself up.  My sense of humor, for better or worse, is a complete package in my nutty little head.  I really need no input from others to laugh out loud most days and to find some level of amusement in just about every life activity (just about…).  Perhaps this means I am a bit mad.

Clinical mental health diagnosis aside, I like that I have the ability to see and incorporate humor into my daily life experiences.  It keeps me sane – at least in my estimation, but we have already established I may be a bit mad – so take it for what it is worth.  I long ago learned to use humor as a coping mechanism.  Not the dark humor that some folks who face really trying situations use to cope (folks like soldiers, police, firefighters, etc.), no my humor tends to be self-deprecating, really goofy, and often hysterical only to me - humor.  Hence, a good portion of my amusement comes from laughing at myself about things that only seem to endlessly amuse me.  Being the imperfect person I am, that leaves an awful lot of opportunity for laughter.

Probably the most often used tag on my blog entries is humor.  In sharing my thoughts and interactions on my blog I cannot avoid bouncing in and out of the state I enjoy the most – one of giggling laughter at myself, others and the silliness in the world.  I try always to only laugh at myself and with others who are laughing at themselves.  I am not a fan of humor that comes at the cost of belittling others and hurting folks’ feelings.  But I do admit that on occasion some situations beg for observations to be shared that I consider humorous and fair game, but that some may wish I had managed to overlook in my day-to-day amusement.  I hope that the fairly regular stream of humorous reflections on my own less than perfect life help everyone out there realize that we all have our “moments” – granted my “moments” tend to stretch into hours and sometimes days. ;-)

Even as I write this I am giggling at what an abomination my lounging around the house outfit is today.  I am sure I am actively committing a fashion felony in my heart and skull and cross bones fuzzy pj pants covered with cat fur where the cat was loving me; a stretched out, and I suspect, kind of smelly, tank top;  a warm, fuzzy, but fairly ugly brown sweat jacket; and, my fuzzy, uber-comfy, unisex slippers that I shuffle around the house in.  I am a vision to behold to be sure – I think I could definitely take a visitor’s breath away, but not in a good way – in a train wreck, can’t take your eyes off of it, “Oh my God we should do something to help, but what?” - kind of way.  And that my friends - the realization that I look today like something only a mother (a blind, senile mother) could love – well, that cracks me up.  

Yes, I am  a bit mad. ;-)

Day nine hundred and twenty-two of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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