15 August 2012

More Than Just A Litmus Paper Test...

Glass Half Empty... Wow! The husband has gone back to work and my Honey-Do List is not quite finished.

Glass Half Full... Wow! The husband has gone back to work, there's only one thing left on the Honey-Do List and this week is even shaping up to be a STELLAR week!  How do I know this?  Well, I'm not roadkill yet... :)

QOTD: "I am thankful for laughter... except when milk comes out of my nose." ~ Woody Allen

PS As I was looking for my quote of the day, I ran across an article about teaching the importance of laughter that I wish I had read when my children were small (this author and our family must be living in a similar universe. You'll notice I did not say 'same', as our conversations are definitely more bizarre considering the teen/ young adult status of our offspring).  Not that I think it is too late, mind you, but perhaps my husband's dry wit might have been a little wetter on occasion with a little help from me. Must ponder on how to implement this change... how hard could it be? **Please forgive the unladylike SNORT** Suggestions are welcome in the comments!

6 Intelligent Comments:

Christie Critters said...

as a "glass half empty" kind of gal (when I have a sinus headache) today's is:
Wow! The husband went to work again today so tired that he did nothing last night but watch baseball (while I weeded the vegetable garden in the heat) and he promised (as he left) to do the same again tonight!

The other side of the coin:
Wow! The husband went to work today instead of staying in bed (where he should be). I sure hope he feels better as the day goes on.

I blame Stubble for bringing home the bug characterized by constant sinus headaches and accompanying body aches...

Welcome back!

Rave said...

There's ALWAYS room for laughter.
Always.

Unless your dead.
Even then, I'd hope my surviving family members laugh at my wake.
It'll be a big one. :)

Lemon Stand said...

Wow, Christie!!! I sure hope your family gets well FAST! Glass half-full? Then I get to harass you without feeling guilty! ;P

Rave - Party at wake... check. I'll be the gatecrasher with the lemons, salt, maraschino cherries and little paper umbrellas. We'll toast your excellent recommendation for the libations and to missing your sense of humor. (I don't think I could go as far as a Happy Snoopy Dance... that's for when I get to heaven with you... then we could dance, look down on the party at MY wake and laugh... also will be a large one!)

For our glass half-full? It'd be nice to meet you down here on terre firma so that we'll be able to recognize each other on the other side. :)

Katie B. of HousewifeHowTos.com said...

Laughter makes the bumps and bruises of life seem more easily manageable. When my husband was diagnosed with his brain tumor, my son was understandably worried and distraught. I went out and bought a dozen pair of Groucho Marx glasses, and had everyone in the family -- and my husband's doctor and nurses -- put them on when my son wasn't looking. As soon as he saw them, he cracked up. It made the scary hospital room and news a bit easier to handle for him, and it helped the rest of us remember that we can all use a good laugh no matter how crappy things are.

Lemon Stand said...

Groucho Marx glasses, huh? In our family, it probably would have been devil horns on head pulling laughter control duty.. Our daughter Rachel, a long time ago had a pair (of horns that is)... then one day she cut the fingertips off an old glove. When I asked her what she was going to use them for (I'm thinking tipless gloves)... she said 'horn warmers'. Of course, she's also the same daughter that made me a small stuff cat, then a few days later asked for it back. When she returned it, it had a piece of fabric sewn around it. She asked me how I thought his new straight jacket looked. When life gets me down, I try to remember my favorite quote by Bill Cosby: "Through humor, you can soften some of the worst blows that life delivers. And once you find laughter, no matter how painful your situation might be, you can survive it."

Very sorry to hear about your husband. A BIG hug to all your family.

farmwifetwo said...

Hubby's do "honey do's"??? 14+yrs later and I'm still waiting.

In our house either I fix it or I pay someone to do it for me.

That man always picks the hoe and disappears when I hand him the hammer.....