Gentle Reader,
I’m starting this at 2:15 p.m., when I have some energy.
What an awful two weeks.
Abdominal pain. Vomiting. Massive head cold. Much snot. Coughing. Insomnia. Migraine.
You may refer to me as Ms. Side-Eye Crabby McCrank von Pissy (the 3.145rdth).
Cue Leslie Knope:
Again I maintain that all is not lost as long as one holds on to her sense of humor. It has indeed been a rough fortnight (why does nobody use this word anymore?) but there have been patches of mirth. Followed by rage as I read about Christian fundamentalism (current obsession). Followed by much nose-blowing. Followed by extreme napping (I’m contemplating going pro).
Glad to link-up with Kate and company at the new FMF home. Tonight we contemplate: the future.
Go.
I love to laugh.
People tend to assume that the anxious, depressed and ill lose their ability to chortle somewhere between the crying jag, the blood tests and the bottle of Zoloft. Once again, misunderstanding strikes. Only the very lowest, darkest days find me without strength to smile.
My parents are both funny, Dad in a quiet, dry, “did he really just say that?” kind of way and Mom in a goofy, silly kind of way. They regularly exposed my brother and I to comedy growing up, whether in the form of a sitcom, a Mike Neun special on PBS, or in the constant jokes and loving teasing that flowed during family gatherings (my dad has four brothers. When they would get on a roll… Great memories). Ours was not (is not) a perfect family, but one of the things my parents did very well was to teach us how to laugh.
A necessary skill.
I don’t know what the future holds for me. It’s all very vague and uncharted and boldly going where I’ve not gone before. (See this for some context). I won’t be a stereotypical housewife because #aintnobodygottime for Pinterest-perfect crafts and I hate crafts anyway. Seriously doubt I will ever develop a love for standing over a hot stove. (Unless mashed potatoes are involved). Might obsessively reorganize my house. I may write a never-ending series on cults and Christian fundamentalism. I could decide to take up jogging. (Yeah, no, I won’t). This stupid body of mine will probably continue to throw me curveballs. Really should find a sponsor for that extreme napping.
No idea what lies ahead.
But I imagine there’ll be a lot of laughs.
Stop.
More fun things because why not:
Finally, the magic that is John Crist:
Haha, I love this! Love the memes… 😀 Hope you’re feeling so much better, too.
Following you from 5 minute Friday!
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Sorry you’ve been unwell. Humour is definitely a lifesaver through misery. Best of luck finding a sponsor for professional napping, it’s a tough sport, but I have faith you’ll rise to the challenge!
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I’ve always said “I would much rather laugh than cry” and I’m sure you feel that way too! You may not know what the future holds but we both know WHO holds the future and that ain’t no laughing matter because it’s true! That said, we also know God has a sense of humor as well and we don’t know what He’s planning but we know it’s gonna be gooood! Love you bunches!
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Sorry you haven’t felt well, #fmffriend. I also have no idea what the future holds. Trusting God in the details is hard but necessary. Love laughing at your memes. Ha! Needed that tonight. Have a great weekend #fmf
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Great post, Marie. And yes, laughter is important, though it is not among my social skills. Barb says I’ve got the social-repartee skills of a cyborg.
Always praying for you, my friend!
http://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2017/06/your-dying-spouse-318-pain-glory-and.html
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Oh Marie…can I say laughter is good medicine or are you sick and tired of hearing it? And that Crist video? Dear Lord. xoxoxoxo
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Fortnights are the best and worst depends on what is going on! Hope you feel better this weekend!!! Prayers and laughter reading this. Jenn Cook, fmf
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I’m sorry things have been so difficult, Marie. I’m glad you’re able to keep your sense of humour and find reasons to laugh in the midst of it. Praying for you!
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I”m sorry that things have been difficult for you. I’m glad that you’ve been able to keep your sense of humor in the midst of hardship. You are right. Laughter is excellent medicine for the soul, unfortunately, I tend to be too serious. I need to laugh more often.
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I knew a woman who always smiled and had a great sense on humor. Most people didn’t know she suffered with almost constant migraines.
Laughter is a must. In suffering, laughter is a grace given by God because it seems supernatural in the face of pain.
You made me laugh with going pro. I hope you find your extreme napping sponsor and feel better.
Praying for you.
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I need people to make me laugh. I don’t laugh enough! It really is a lifeline.
My husband is good for that.
I don’t believe that a cookie cutter life like everyone else is too desirable. I think it often comes up empty
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Good to see you here Marie! Of course I just showed up this week after being away for months!!! I always love your words. Glad that laughter graced your house growing up. I’m praying for you as you look to the future and all it brings.
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John Crist is hysterical!!!! My favorite one so far has been the church parking lot one. Check it out if you haven’t already!
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Oh my goodness…..those GIFS! Hope you’re feeling better today. Oh and I do believe that laughter truly can be the best medicine. I’m in the 96 spot this week.
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Laughter really is the best medicine of all. It can be an instant mood changer. Hope you feel better.
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