I love to laugh at myself and I love to laugh at you. I was raised to not take myself to seriously. If you can't laugh at me or you, we are not meant to be. I feel bad for anyone who didn't have that lesson instilled in them. It's what makes the world fun!
The down side to my love of laughing, is I am a snorter and honker during the most inappropriate times.
I'm nervous- snort
I'm scared- laugh
I'm sad- laugh/snort
Quiet moment in a group setting- snort/honk
My mom would get so mad at me when I was little. She would be yelling at me for doing something I wasn't supposed to do and I would stand there and laugh. The madder she got, the harder I laughed.
Did I think it was funny? Not in the least. Was I terrified and about to crap my pants watching her anger rise over my uncontrollable laughter? You bet ya.
As an adult I've tried to suppress my laughter at these types of uncalled for situations. My means of suppression has caused my OTHER form of laughing. Snorting and honking. The snorting and honking starts because the only way I can think of to stop the laughter, it so hold my breath and plug my nose. What results of this is snorting and spitting once I can't hold my breath any longer and honking while I try to bring it all back in again to plug my nose.
If you hear those noises come out of me, it's because I feel I should NOT be laughing at that particular moment but have lost all control over myself.
And once I start, I can't stop. If anything it escalates. I have no problem pulling it together over something that is supposed to be laughed at. Something that's not supposed to have laughter even associated with it though, I find myself honking over it hours later!
What made me think of this to share with you? My honking episode last night. Let me take you there...
9:30 pm
me- AH! CRAP! I forgot to take the boys picture!!
Robert- Seriously? You just posted about this and you forgot already!
me- I know! Help me! I can not fail on day 3.
me- I know! Help me! I can not fail on day 3.
Robert- What do you want me to do?
me- (speaking like he's slow because how could he not have realized this was coming), Uh, get Jake out of his bed for me.
~for those of you who may not know this, the boys have bunk beds and Jake is on top~
Robert- No, just take their pictures separately.
me- that's not the point! They need to be together!
This conversation went like this for about 5 minutes. Honestly, Robert didn't take much convincing that this was an awesome idea.
We head upstairs where I IMMEDIATELY start snorting. Robert comes in with a step stool and tells me to just get out. Why would I leave? I'm supposed to take a picture, that's the whole point of this!
The whole time I am pacing their room trying to stop the snorting and honking while Robert is struggling to get a sleeping 65 lb Jake out of the top bunk and into the bottom without waking him up while muttering under his breath the whole time about how he can't believe he is doing this.
Joe did wake up and look at us and go back to sleep. That I think says a lot about our family. It doesn't faze Joe in the least to see his dad towering over him with Jake knotted up in blankets stuck half way between the 2 beds and his mom running around snorting.
Because of how awesome my family is, which is proof again that you don't need New Years to have an amazing life, I got the photo and I did not fail in my challenge.
The photo is blurry because I was busy honking.
(which you can see under my 2012 Challenge Page)
Wow! Thank you Tara!
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