Without Laughter, Life is Just a Big Ole Pile of BS Some Days

Okee dokee, kids.  It's evening time, critters have been fed, dishes are done and I'm in my comfy clothes in my favorite seat in the house.  What better time to sit you down and have 'The Talk' with you...


Preface:
Much like that talk that your parents had with you when you were a kid, this is going to be uncomfortable for both of us.  The contents of this conversation are to stay here, between us, much like what happens in Vegas. 

It has come to my attention that the manner in which I communicate with you is sometimes surprising to newcomers.  Therefore, I feel we need to go over it one more time, so that everyone in the class, both new and returning friends, will understand. 

Let's have....
THE TALK:
Now, on our very first coffee date, I explained to you that I was here to be myself.  I warned you that some of our conversations may get a little wild, a little hairy, a little, um, embarassing. Let's start over with a little 'Get to Know Each Other' talk to make ourselves more comfortable, shall we?

The following are excerpts from our very first chat.  I am re-posting them for our new friends.  If you have already read this once, either re-read it or skip to the end and hush your mouth!  :)


 I'm a 35 year old mother of 3. I am a good Christian girl who finds herself plagued by a smart ass sense of humor that sometimes catches people off guard.  

God is my BFF(Brief Disclaimer: Though God is my BFF, I have a sometimes wicked sense of humor. Thoughts and statements made within this blog may be offensive to some. If you fall into that category, I apologize. Wait, no I don't. I am who I am. Either put on your big girl panties and laugh along with me, or don't read it. I promise I will do my best to keep you entertained, but if you have your pissy pants on and can't laugh with me, go read the obituaries.)

-I enjoy people watching
Yep. You guessed it. Sometimes this blog may be painfully similar to a People of Walmart photo album. I can't deny it. Stay tuned. 


I would like to add that I have worked my entire working career in fields dominated by men.  I feel I cannot possibly be held accountable for the occasional 4-letter word that slips out of my mouth (or my fingertips), as I have been submerged in testosterone laden water for too many years, and it has slowly seeped into my pores.  I don't cuss in front of my kids.  I never cussed in front of my grandma.  But, dangit, sometimes a girl just needs to drop a 4-letter word to get it out of her system!  This is MY place to be me.  Not the me that my kids need me to be.  Not the me that my husband needs me to be...and not the me that my work needs me to be.  The REAL me.  Once in a while, that hag is embarassing!

So come on in, pull up a big ole oversized chair and an enormous cup of coffee and chat with me.  If some of the things I say make you wince a little, read through your fingers till it's over.  Shout 'la la la la la la la' super loud with your fingers in your ears to drown out the noise.  Or....and I'm just throwing this out there.....simmer down and let your hurr down, gurll!  Relax, and just laugh.  It's okay, no one is watching.

 

Remember, without laughter, life is just a big ole pile of BS some days.