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Let’s laugh!

Here’s a list of some things I’ve done that have made me laugh. I hope they’ll make you laugh too. Laughing at ourselves helps us to not take things so seriously. After all, life should be fun, right? And everyone does stupid things. Instead of being ashamed when we make mistakes, it’s so much better (and more fun) to apologize if necessary, and have a good laugh.

And yes, I’ve done a lot of stupid things that aren’t so funny, but I’ll leave that for other posts. This one is meant to make you laugh.

Feel free to comment and tell us about some of the silly things you’ve done! Oh, and check back from time to time–I’ll be updating this post as I do more stupid things!

Moderator, moderate thy self!

Soon after establishing the Israel Wholistic Forum, I realized that I would have to moderate all messages if I wanted to keep spam and advertisements off the list. It was no big deal, I was reading every post anyway. So I went to the site and changed the settings–now, any message posted to the group would have to be moderated (i.e., read and approved by me) before it would actually be posted to the forum site and sent to the individual members. I then typed out a nice message to the list explaining what I had done and why, and I posted it. A moment later, I got an email stating that my message was awaiting moderation!

Barefoot blunder

Once when at a casual dinner gathering with my first husband, he smiled and announced something really revealing and not nice about me while we were all sitting around the dinner table. I went to give him a secret but firm kick in the lower leg (I was sitting next to him) but I missed and squarely kicked the leg of the table instead, making a really loud noise and shaking the entire table–and I was wearing sandals too.

Publically private

A bunch of the people on the Israel Wholistic Forum wanted to set up a contact list that would include private contact information. I volunteered to manage it, and suggested that it should be fully offline so that only the other people on the list would have the information. Everyone agreed. I set up a document and circulated it with instructions for each person to enter the information and then send it back to me as well as on to another person who wanted to be on the list. After several people had entered their information, someone simply put their information into the email instead of the document and sent it to me. Wanting to re-emphasize that everyone should enter their information into the document and not into the email (so that I wouldn’t need to manually enter everything later), I sent the original document with the instructions to the people who had accidentally put their information in the email AND to the entire forum…or so I thought. I actually accidentally sent the document with everyone’s personal information instead of the original and it ended up going out to the entire forum AND being posted online.
Note: I immediately deleted it from the forum archives, but had a hard time deleting the red from my cheeks. Ditto the smirks and giggles of the other forum members…

For the love of Zsa Zsa

When I was a teenager, I had a beautiful Samoyed named Zsa Zsa. As is their nature (they’re sled dogs), she loved to run and to pull. One day when on vacation at a lake, I was walking with her (she was on a leash) and I had the urge to run with her along a dock that extended about fifty feet into the lake. At the end of the dock, I stopped running but Zsa Zsa didn’t.

A Ray of…

Shortly after getting married, Ray and I were looking at a house we wanted to live in. We were out in the yard and for some reason, I had the urge to turn on the hose to see if the water worked okay. I didn’t notice that there were two nozzles and the hose was attached to one. Assuming that the water would flow through the hose and onto the ground, I turned the knob but the water jet-streamed out of the other nozzle instead, hitting Ray so squarely in the chest that you would have sworn he had a bullseye there! For some reason he didn’t run or jump away–he just stood there sputtering, with his arms flailing and this stream of water spattering all over and totally drenching him! I was laughing so hard that I couldn’t turn the water off (or do anything else)! By the time I did he was completely soaked, looking very much like Zsa Zsa did that day at the lake.

Quite bright!

Okay, this is a stupid thing someone else did but she’ll never know! Shortly after getting married, Ray and I were looking at a house we wanted to live in. The woman who was showing it to us was trying to point out all the advantages. When we entered the master bedroom, she said, “Oh, and there’s a dime-r in here.” She pronounced “dime-r” as if it were a machine that makes dimes. I said, “A what?” She said, “A dime-r.” I said, “What’s a dime-r?” She said, “You should know what a dime-r is, you’re American!” and she reached over to the light switch and turned the knob slowly both clockwise and counterclockwise causing the amount of light given off by the one light bulb in the room to increase and decrease. “Oooohhhh!” said I, not wanting to be rude. Ray whispered out of the corner of his mouth, “It’s a dimmer you dime-wit!”

Surprize!!!

When my first son was being born, I was so excited. It was one of those natural births with no drugs and I was absolutely elated. I was in really good shape from dancing all those years so I wasn’t suffering too much. I asked to watch in the mirror in front of and above the bed. Of course, the doctor accommodated, and I watched intently. When I saw my son’s head, I piped up, “Oh LOOK! It’s a BABY!” The entire room broke out in laughter! Still holding her side and convulsing, one of the nurses said to me, “Wadjya expect? A watermelon?” (I had meant to say, “oh look, it’s THE baby.”)

Cheek-splat love

When I was…I don’t know, maybe six years old, my father decided to buy a trailer. He settled on a 25 foot Ideal that was as fully self-contained as a trailer could be in those days (not at all like today’s trailers, but really, really nice anyway). I guess I already had the travel bug because when it was delivered, I ran to it and hugged it–the whole thing, cheek splat up against the door, saying, “It’s mine, all mine!”

Totally Lost

Recently, during a very profound and serious conversation with my oldest son (who’s an academic and had sworn he never watches Lost), he mentioned something about John Locke. I said, “Oh, so you DO watch Lost, hummm?” He gave me a puzzled, sideways look and said, “Mom, you can’t be serious…” “What?” I said, genuinely more puzzled than he appeared to be. He proceeded to explain to me that John Locke was a 17th century English philosopher. 

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