Every morning I come online and ask the internet to entertain me. I am not looking for wisdom or drama. I don’t want to be educated, informed, or manipulated, I simply want five minutes of giggles and bellylaugh. What started as a quest to forget about all the negativity around me, has become now a treasured morning routine.
Tag: <span>laughter</span>
A human hand is TICKLING a fish. A stingray, laying on its back, out of its element.
I am not in the best of moods, to be honest, I am upset, grumpy, and sad, a bit confused as well. I don’t like to feel that way, it’s not how I normally am. I still laugh and I joke around, but it’s half-heartedly at the moment and that’s alright.
I have noticed some new names and faces on my blog, and I am flattered. The connection and communication with follow boggers are wonderful. I do wonder did you connect with me after you had just read one of my silly sarcastic posts, or did you decide to read my future rants and vents after I just had blown off some steam -again?
Every morning before I start my day, I try to chuckle or smile for a few minutes. I get a cup of coffee or a smoothie, I go to my desk and I search Youtube videos. Laughter is the best treatment to deal with the harsh reality of our everyday lives and all the negativity around us. Laughter makes life easier!
My dog is gone, yet he is still here
watching me cry, making me smile.
He joined the other ghosts
and there are many -and more to come.
Norman liked to be alone;
His best friend was his mobile phone.
He preferred the glowing case
to any boring human face.
It was the month after Christmas and all through the house
nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d taste,
at the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
After much careful research, it has been discovered that the artist Vincent van Gogh had many relatives.
I often babysit the neighbor’s kids or they babysit me -however you want to look at it- and there is a lot I learned from watching babies, toddlers and yes, even teenagers. I wondered if I am the only one who looks at it that way. Does not being a parent make me more of a pushover or perhaps more observant?