This morning, as I read Darla’s She’s a Maniac post, I thought, How I envy her because she has small children at home and always has something funny to share. Heck, you don’t even have to write anything if you have children living with you. Just show their pictures and everyone oohs and aahs and writes a ton of comments about how precious they are. I have three children of my own who are quite as precious to me, but I have to admit that adult children are just not that funny. In fact, I’m sure they think I’m funny in an unintentional sort of way. So what in my daily life can I find that will give me blog ideas? Well, there’s my husband, but he does more laughing at me than I do at him. Maybe he should write the blog?
Okay, here are the only funny things I can think of that have been happening around my house lately.
1. I’ve had a new ipad for a week now, and this old dog is getting very confused because of it. It’s a touchpad so I have to touch the screen to go where I want to go and do what I want to do on it. However, for some reason, my brain can’t make the transition between using my ipad and using my computer, so I am constantly touching my computer screen and wondering why nothing is happening. Meanwhile, my husband points out that I’m always fussing at him when he touches my computer screen and here I am doing it over and over again. Actually, now that I’m writing this, I don’t see the humor in it.
2. Last week my Vietnamese friend, Chi, came for tutoring and she brought all the ingredients and made me some pho (a noodle soup) for dinner. We started talking about food and she asked me what I liked to eat for breakfast. I told her one of my favorite things was an eggwhite omelette I make with onions, mushrooms, and cheese. “Oh, cheese. Americans like a lot of cheese,” she said. “We do, indeed!” I responded. Chi added, “That’s why Americans are so fat.” Again, now that I’m writing this, I don’t find the humor in what my thin little friend said.
3. The first Tuesday of every month my yoga instructor does ball yoga. This is yoga done with one of those big, inflatable balls. The yoga poses are done while sitting atop the ball or leaning against the ball, or holding the ball. I haven’t been to ball yoga in nearly a year because I’ve been doing t’ai chi at the same time instead. Yesterday I decided to give up t’ai chi and I was excited to get back to ball yoga. However, while everyone else was having no trouble balancing, I was spending more time falling off the ball than anything else. I tried to grab the ball and hang on for dear life, but it would have no part of me…Sigh…okay, I give up. Nothing funny has happened to me this week. Absolutely nothing. Can someone lend me their kids?
I love this picture. Also, the comment about cheese could make a whole blog-post. I know someone who lost 30 pounds: she just stopped eating cheese. Think how many egg yolks you could have in place of half the cheese.
Thanks for the info, OaLG. I wish I had the willpower to give up cheese. My stomach would be so much flatter!
Deciding on a topic to write about is the most difficult part of blogging. Small things, such as a friend making soup, are often make the most interesting stories. Good job.
I think the most important part of being a writer is being aware. Thanks for the reminder, Bill.
If I were Darla I’d be planning her trip to Hawaii, Las Vegas, or Niagara Falls with hubby soon.
Too late, Georgette. She talked me out of it, unintentionally, by telling me the truth about her kids!
Aw, man! Great idea, Georgette.
No, I take it back, Susan. They are absolute angels and love to read quietly all day, they never fight and only want to help around the house and do chores. I swear!
Oh, come on, Darla. You take me for a fool? I may be old, but I’m not…I’m not, um…I forgot what I was going to say.
I would be more than happy to lend you the kids! I have to warn you though…one asks endless questions (last night, he asked me with a straight face “Mom? Why do people have butts?”) and the other one watches Caillou ad nauseam. Plus they don’t sleep well and eat nonstop. Oh, and whenever I try to get on the computer to write in my blog, they decide to ransack the entire house. But, yeah, you totally can have them until Christmas!
Hmmmm…maybe I need to rethink this, Darla.
Hey, but there’s hope no? What about your kids having kids? I know the word grandma sounds aaaawful to many people, but some grannies can be very, very cool, in a Miss Marple-like way if you see what I mean 🙂
So, sooner or later, the FUN will start again!
Actually, Andrea, I’ve been a grandma for nearly 14 years, but my granddaughters live in Michigan. I only get news about them second hand or by reading my daughter’s blog, My Pajama Days. My oldest granddaughter might visit us in February, so maybe I can get a lot of fodder from that visit. Are 14-year-olds still funny?
I’d say those are pretty funny. But I have to admit that photo scares me!
Yes, Leah, that photo was a little freaky, but definitely one a kid would have loved to create.
You have me laughing pretty hard, thank you. I also enjoyed the link to Darla’s blog.
Glad my life makes you laugh, Jenny — I think. Did you follow Darla’s blog before? I love her writing.
Perhaps you can just hit the local shopping mall or department store and observe the little dears discussing their dreams w/Santa… or, grab a cup of coffee and park yourself in said mall and observe the “desperate on a mission…”
But that would involve me getting in my car and actually driving someplace, Carol. Living where I do, I hardly ever have to take the car out of the garage.
I enjoyed your musings very much. You have a delightful way of telling about your life. 🙂
Thanks, E.C. I’m finding it hard to find things to tell about anymore. Maybe that’s a good thing!
And this is why you have voices in your head to entertain you!
And I thought hearing voices was bad! Thanks for setting me straight , Patti.
That’s why we’re fat! HA!
I always love reading your blogs, Susan.
I almost made my omelette without the cheese after that, Kelly, but I just couldn’t do it.
Well, darn, I can’t think of one funny thing to tell you either. Instead I want to borrow Pegoleg’s comment: “I’m sitting here, with my old computer, my not-funny adult children and my fat-American-cheese-eating-ways, and I’m getting depressed. Maybe Darla can rent her kids out by the week?” Except, wait a minute….I’m not sure I want to rent the kids, I’d have to share my cheese! LOL
Besides, you might miss them just a tad,Darla.;-)
I’m not allowed near my husband’s touch screen phone, far too advanced for the likes of lil ole me! 😉
I totally understand, Eye. Whenever we are on a long drive, my husband asks me to pick up his phone and search for something. I can’t figure out how to use the darn thing. I will stick with my stupid phone for stupid ole me!
Maybe there is a website where you can watch kids as if they are your own but not need to feed them, wipe noses, etc. You know, like the one where you can just watch puppies. My non-funny event today was finally having the dentist place the crown on my root canal–it took two weeks for the mold to be made, etc. When all the adjustments were done, we all heard a loud crack–now they need to send the crown in for a repair! I was not laughing.
No,Patti, I definitely wouldn’t be laughing either! Great post. I will start one of those sites to watch children if I can’t find one already on the Internet.
I’m with you about touch screen technology…half the time, I don’t know what I’m doing!!
It wouldn’t be so bad, Tig, if everything worked the same way. I just can’t keep everything straight.
I’m sitting here, with my old computer, my not-funny adult children and my fat-American-cheese-eating-ways, and I’m getting depressed. Maybe Darla can rent her kids out by the week?
Let’s see if we can work something out, Peg. I know she has more than one kid, so we can share. Let’s start after Christmas, though. I don’t want to have to buy them presents.
I am airmailing you all three of mine. But two of them are older, and they don’t like to be blogged about, which just leaves the little one. And he does provide some blog-fodder. And stuff to tell my therapist.
Do they eat much, BC? Can we have a trial period?
A week is all you need. And yes. They eat a frightening amount.
You mean a week is all I can stand, don’t you. I can read between the lines.