“Dare to ask for what you want. Believe in your dreams. Count your blessings. Do the right thing. Enjoy the moment. Fail, and dare to succeed. Give more then you receive. Have no regrets. Inspire kindness. Join in more. Never settle for less. Overcome Adversity. Practice moderation. Take personal responsibility. Shoot for the moon. Veto hate and negativity. Understand more, judge less. Exercise body and mind. Yodel more, yawn less. Walk your talk. Be ZANY!” Unknown
“There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, and humor and hurt.” Erma Bombeck
“When humor goes, there goes civilization.” Erma Bombeck
Zany can be defined in many ways: absurd, comic, eccentric, peculiar, funny, screwy and much more. To me, Erma Bombeck espouses zany as she writes about ordinary daily life, yet somehow manages to make us chuckle. As a housewife and mother of three children she could take the happiness and sorrow of life and poke fun at it. Erma had a gift for words.
Erma Bombeck, the author of 15 books and many newspaper articles, was born in 1927 and passed away due to cancer in 1996. But to me she was famous for her humor. She would take everyday life and make us smile. Her gift for being zany is what I am drawn towards, thus the reason for my attempt at humor in my family stories.
Years ago, one of my employers said, “What we appreciate about Gwynn is she defuses stress through humor.” Life can be serious, sad, boring, and stressful so it is crucial to see the fun and laughter in life too. I can growl through life or I can smile… what do you choose to do?
I laugh about the zany conversation I had with tourists down at the marina the other day. As I walked my fourth lap past the marina, a man from a family came up to me and said, “Mame, if you are lost, your yacht is out at the end of the marina.” My laughing reply was, “Yeaaa, MY boat FINALLY came in!” This thinking is what entertains me as I walk.
Or my friends have been teasing me about the nuclear substance that the doctors injected into my body last week. I laughed and wondered if it was safe to sit on my monstrous yoga ball. I feared the nuclear substance would ignite my ball and I would be blown sky high up into the Osprey nest behind my home. I would have a dynamite view of the bay from up there. I wonder if the mother Osprey would notice my intrusion into her family?
Thank you for visiting my Blog and chuckling at life with me.