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Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Laughter: The Great Leveler

These pictures were floating around email for a while. My good friend with a goofy sense of humor sent them to me, and I all but forgot about it until last night when for some reason it popped into my head. Take a look, have a good hump-day laugh (it's Wednesday and a lot of these pictures are accidental humping photos), and let me know what you think.

By the way, the aforementioned friend is someone I've known since childhood (different from the friend mentioned in my recent blog, The Road Less Traveled). We always bonded over our shared sense of humor; enjoying the stupid and silly things in life. He loves the movie Kingpin, which you should check out if you haven't already seen it and you like crude poop and fart jokes and can handle some gnarly inferred sex scenes (you'll understand when you see it). Funny thing is, we have very different views on life now - he's a politically conservative, semi-judgmental Christian, Western Medical-model following, eat-anything-you-want-as-long-as-you-exercise type and I'm, well, not really those things. But I love him, and he compliments my way of life at the strangest times. Once he told me I'd be a great patient because I'm actually willing to change my lifestyle if my health and well being requires change. He's a doctor and told me that most of the patients he's seen a) want a pill to take care of their problems, and b) once they have said pill don't take it as directed anyway.

It's wonderful how laughter is the great leveler. Contrasting viewpoints, backgrounds, lifestyles and beliefs be damned! If something is mutually funny, the playing field is leveled and for as long as the laughter lasts, all of those differences melt away and there's just good old, roll around, side-splitting laughter.







In case you missed why this picture of the Queen is funny: Look closely, but cautiously, between the guy's legs, picture left of the Queen.







Saturday, April 30, 2011

Golf is better than sex..... & Beware of text messages

My Dad said this to me the other day...

"I think your Mom might be having an affair."

WTF?!?

Dad, what? 

Background: My parents have been married for 45+ years and they still love, like and enjoy each other. For real. Recently my Mom went to their vacation home in Florida solo and they both seriously missed each other! How cute is that? I was highly doubtful that my mother was having an affair.

Dad, what makes you think that?

He continued, "because I found these text messages on the cel phone that said I love you and Meet me later."

He handed me his samsung flip-phone so I could look over the text messages to see who'd been sending secret love messages to my mother.

I couldn't find anything in the in- or out-going text message mailboxes. (Side-note: My parents never text to me. The one time I sent my Dad a text message to show him how it works, he looked at it and said, "how do I delete this?")

I asked him to show me where he found these so he took the phone back for about 30 seconds, found what he was looking for and handed it back to me.

The very top of the list of text messages that indeed said I love you and meet me later said Message Templates.


Hahahahahaha.

Truth is, my parents are too old to have affairs. No offense intended. But ask anyone who's had an affair - from what I've seen, it may be exciting, but it takes a lot of energy and is a lot of freaking work. My parents would rather golf, from what I can tell.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Deeper Ideas by Kate Strandy



(Inspired by Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy)

Does anyone remember Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy on Saturday Night Live?

They might be more amusing postmortem, but I remember chuckling at them several times during the 90s. I sort of like that kind of thing. I think it's the 15-year-old in me.


While in the kitchen, I got the idea/inspiration for my Deeper Ideas.


Please scroll and read it aloud to yourself.




Deeper Ideas


by Kate Strandy






It must really



suck,



to be a bloodhound.






Because all the time




you'd smell everything,




like rotten food,





stinky farts,




and bad




body odor.




Is there such thing 




as good 




body odor?




It's probably just





how somebody smells





if it isn't bad.




But you can't smell yourself...




if it's bad.




Can you?











But bloodhounds man...






they can smell stuff






like fleas can jump



and





ants 




can lift.




But not my aunt Gladys





she has arthritis.




Saturday, March 6, 2010

My Buddha has Termites...A Lesson in Infinite Joy

Most mornings I sit down to practice yoga and meditate. On these days I sit near a short table, on which sits a lovely wooden Buddha. He sits about 2 feet high, and appears to be hand carved by some underpaid laborer in a foreign and inevitably poorer land than ours. I was happy to buy it at an inflated price at the farmer’s market, for I trusted he’d watch over me as I yoga-ed, meditated, mused, celebrated and went through my daily life.

It was on a recent morning when I noticed my Buddha had some small holes that were not there when I brought him home from the market. On his right, the side where the wood is lighter, there were 6 to 10 small pin-holes and the tiny flakes of wood underneath that result from drilling or burrowing.

Damn.

Could it be??

My Buddha has termites!?!

This cannot bode well for my spirituality.


But maybe, just maybe, I can make lemonade out of this Buddha-lemon.

So this is what I've come to. Just as we can be infiltrated by our own self-doubt and bull-sh1t negative propaganda, The Buddha can be infiltrated too. Heck, he's not even the real Buddha, he's just a symbol of The Buddha... Just as our negative thoughts aren't really us, they're just a symbol of where we might be going astray from our true, joyful selves.

Instead of thinking that my spirituality is in trouble, I'm just going to think that, like me, like all of us, really, my Buddha needs some tender loving care. To help, I devised the H.A.R.P.S. formula:

H.A.R.P.S.
  • Humility - knowing that even The Buddha is not immune to insidious infiltration... so why do we expect ourselves to be immune to negative infiltration?
  • Awareness - to notice the holes, termites or bullsh1t going on so that we can re-establish our joy
  • Release - to rid The Buddha of termites and ourselves of those things that aren't serving us anymore
  • Perspective - to learn from and see things anew, and realize that preventative measures are good for us (meditation, yoga, healthy eating, laughter and wood-care)
  • Smile - to help us see the humor that is somewhere in almost everything, and to help realize that while nothing is all that serious, everything is important...
And here's the kicker that drives home the S in HARPS: Through all of this, the termite infiltration and the treatment to rid my Buddha of termites...
The Buddha just kept on smiling.

Through it all, he maintains infinite joy.

Can you apply HARPS to your insidious infiltrators? Let me know. I'd love to hear from you in the comments.

But if you take nothing else from this, remember to
keep on smiling.


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