Sunday or Sundae?

At bedtime each night, the kids and I sing a Jim Gill song "May There Always Be Sunshine". There is a melody and you can pick anything you want to finish the line "May There Always Be..........". Tonight we were singing and Jacob sang "May there always be babies. May there always be Buzz Lightyear. May there always be Woody. May there always be Sundays". So Bill and I look at each other with that "Awwwwww. How did we get such a sweet boy" look, both believing that he was talking about SunDAY, family dinner, spending time together, etc. Then Jacob says "With ice cream and sprinkles". Yep - that makes way more sense.

Dumb like a fox!

This is a photo I took today of an actual license plate on a business vehicle in front of me at a stop light. I personally don't think that this needs any explanation, but for those of you whose minds are not as warped as mine (I blame 11 years of counseling sexual deviants and teaching adolescent boys about healthy human sexuality), my twisted little brain automatically went to "Herpes Simplex 2". How bad would it suck to be the company employee that has to drive around in the car with "Simplex 2" on the license plate? Simplex 1 would be just as bad. I think if I owned the company I would just skip the "1" and "2" plates altogether and start at "3". How good can having an STD on your license plate be for business? Although, it's got me talking and spreading their name around now doesn't it?

Love my Yang!

Today I'm in my office with my Yang (I'm Yin) and somehow our mutual weight gain and copy machines come up in the same conversation. So what do you think comes to mind? Copying low fat, low calorie recipes? Xeroxing blank food journal pages? Nope. Not us. We both wondered if the true sign that you're obese could be when you can no longer photocopy your backside because your butt is now bigger than the copier window. Nothing is sweeter than having a friend who normalizes your crazy random thoughts by having the same ones at the same time.

F@#CK$%S

It's not what you think...and it is. Today's funny is brought to us by Lauran (2 years, 4 mos) - She has discovered a freckle on her right knee and likes to point it out each time she sees it. Problem is that when she says "Freckle", it sounds like another "F" word. This takes me back to when Jacob was about the same age and struggled with the word "truck". Having Jacob say "dumptruck" was a particularly funny party trick for quite some time. My kids attempts to grasp English pronunciation should provide comic relief for years to come. And when they outgrow this stage, I'll just ask my dad to say "ambulance"...;)

What does that mean?

Funny is a state of mind. What does that mean? For me, it means I am choosing to find and enjoy the humor in my life. With two young children (ages 4 and 2), a subtley funny husband, and a rowdy family of origin, there is plenty of material. And with a job in social services, sometimes being able to laugh at myself is the only thing that prevents me from becoming a client! My theory is that by creating a blog, I will be forced to find humor about at least one thing each day, hopefully assisting in maintaining my questionable-at-times sanity and saving myself the expense of therapy. I can then set that money aside for my children's therapists, whom they will invariably need after I'm finished with them!

Please feel free to post your own humorous encounters in response - maybe we can all keep each other smiling and occasionally laughing hard enough to pull a muscle!