I am participating in the Blogging From A-Z Challenge. Each day in April (except the last 4 Sundays), I will post topic themes that begin with the letters of the alphabet, from A-Z. Today's letter is L.
Making people laugh is one of my favorite things to do. I tend to zero in on the silly side of something & the puns come pouring out. It's that very attraction to humor that made me fall so in love with my husband. The first time I hung out w/ him at his house, he showed me a few of the sketches he made w/ his comedy group, QualityChaos, and I knew I wanted to keep him forever. I envisioned our future together & it was full of laughter. To me, nothing could have been more perfect.
This isn't to say I'm always funny. For those who have read my blog over time, you can clearly see that I'm a chronically depressed over-thinker. I write from somewhere deep in my own head, where things just aren't as funny. Life outside my brain is much more lighthearted. Sometimes I wish I could write more from the outside, but when I try, it seems too contrived.
Since gift-giving is also a favorite of mine, I decided to make my mother-in-law a "divorce basket". The concept itself is meant to be silly, but I've also been putting a lot of thought into what I want it to contain. My mother-in-law isn't a stick in the mud, but her emotions are pretty raw right now, so my hope for her basket is that it will give her a good combination of laughter & solace. For solace, I'm including Adele's '21' cd and a book called the Divorce Party, which is centered around a couple who divorce after 35 years of marriage. For laughter, I'm considering making a little canvas or sign with a witty saying on it. I'm sure I'll come up with more ideas to crack her up, but for now, that's all I can think of.
When I got divorced, I had a house-warming party b/c I left most of my wordly goods behind w/ my ex-husband. (I foolishly believed that would prevent a lot of fighting between us, but I was soooo wrong!) I received a lot of useful & wonderful gifts, but my favorite came after the older guests (aka my Grandma) left. My besty went out to her car & carried in a heart shaped basket full of everything a recently divorced girl could need. It included a "grow boyfriend", a lei (so I could get lei'd, get it?!), and a purple vibrator that had pretty little flowers all over it. It was very cheeky, but it was exactly what I needed. Not b/c I needed to pleasure myself, but b/c I needed to laugh.
Sure, some may find a person like me to be puerile or even crass. I won't deny that they're partially correct. At the same time, I can't help but think that anyone without at least a little humor in their lives are the ones who are truly missing out. There is nothing more cathartic than a good, hearty, gut-busting laugh. There is a saying: act your age not your shoe size. I think once in awhile, everyone should turn that saying around & act their shoe size, not their age. You'd be surprised how good you'll feel after laughing so hard you tinkle.
I'm a thirty-something mom & wife. I over-think everything, then I blog about it. I write for myself, not because I believe everything I say is hugely important. I just hope maybe someone will read it & be entertained or inspired. At the very least, it makes me feel better to have somewhere to dump my thoughts & fulfill my urge to write.