Laughter That Makes Tea Come Out of Your Nose

Today Elaine from The Miss Elaine-ous Life is taking over my blog!

The Miss Elaine-ous Life

Elaine is a bloggy friend who was one of my first followers. She's an amazing mom to three gorgeous children, and I'm jealous because she now lives in my home state (Louisiana). She recently moved there from Texas, so it's been an adjustment, but she's dealt with it really well. I adore her blog and she's definitely one to follow. You can also find her on Twitter here. Without further adieu, I give you the intelligent, witty and kind Elaine!

As we approach the holidays I've been thinking about my family.

And when I say "my family," I mean my parents and my brothers. The people I grew up with, the ones who raised me and that I was raised with.

I cried like a child earlier at the preview episode of the show Find My Family. For some reason (and I honestly don't know why) the whole subject of adoption and people being separated from their siblings and parents makes me bawl every time. It's the reunion part that really gets me. I truly cannot imagine the feeling of coming face-to-face with the parents who gave you up and looking into the eyes that are also yours, for the very first time as an adult.

It's completely heart-wrenching to me. I suppose because my family means SO VERY much to me.

When I think about my childhood I remember Friday night fried chicken, fun birthday parties, visiting my grandparents a lot, loving school, shopping at the mall with my mother, sleep-overs with my best girlfriends, holidays with lots of food and presents, going to church with my parents and so MANY other good memories.

But in a way, as I got older (and so did my brothers - who are all several years older than I am) I was sort of like an only child. Therefore, the earlier childhood memories I do have with my brothers are pretty special.

I remember my middle brother Chris comforting me one night after my mother and I fought. He surrounded me on my bed with stuffed animals and made me laugh instead of cry.

When I was in high school my brother Larry would still occasionally eat dinner with us and most nights it would end in crazy laughter. There were many times that my mother could not control herself and as things escalated one evening, iced tea came out of her nose. All four of us (me, my mother, my father and my brother) were laughing so hard that we could hardly catch our breath.

These are the kind of memories I want my children to have. I want them to remember laughing around the dinner table and happy times together.

I may even be willing to make tea come out of my nose to make it happen.

And just for the heck of it, here's an old little joke/rhyme my mother used to tell that still makes me giggle. Partly because I can hear her say it and picture her as she starts to laugh before she even finishes the second line...

"Farmer Brown went to town with a bale of Hay

Mr. Martin came a fartin' and blew it all away!"

You're welcome... ; )

**Comments are off because I want you to go over to Elaine's place and leave her some love there!


The New Facebook: Are We Making Friends or Foes?

Exhibit A:
The new Facebook profile page (this is mine). Frankly, I don't like the makeover. What do you think?

Exhibit B:
Note the circled red part there under "Recent Activity." Those are comments I've left on my friends' pages. Hypothetically speaking, if I write one someone's wall that I opened a bottle of wine at 3:00 because my children were driving me insane I'm wearing the same clothes for the third day in a row, the whole world will find out about it because it will be posted on my own wall. Nice, huh? Yes, I can delete it once I get home to my computer, but still? Makes me not want to comment at all. Or seriously sensor my comments. Which is no fun. Isn't Facebook supposed to be fun? Well look out because next thing you know, you may start losing friends over things you never realized they'd be able to see.

And then this crap? Exhibit C:

Can I just say how much I LOVE seeing my profile photo the size of Mars? Nevermind the personal stuff at the top-- who gives a shit that I was born in New Orleans and have an English degree? And it's so thoughtful of Facebook to randomly choose the most unflattering photos of me to put right at the very top of the page. Makes me want to remove all my photo albums. It's just inconvenient because although I can delete the pictures (I think), I have to be at home at my computer to do it because I'm not all savvy with a fancy pants iPad, iPhone, Crackberry, or smart phone like the rest of you.

What do you think?


If You Give Your Kid Your Camera...

If you give your kid your camera,
She'll want to take photos of her new toys.
(Littlest Pet Shop)

And if she takes photos of her toys, why, she'll have to photograph herself as well!

And because she is a princess, she'll want photos of her princess dolls.

And even princesses have to go potty, so she'll photograph the powder room.

(Princesses NEVER forget to flush!)

 Then she will admire herself in the mirror and decide more self portraits are necessary.

Occasionally a silly shot is neccessary to balance out all the fancy photos.

(Oops, the princess *almost* forgot to wash her hands!)

Then she went to find her tired sister snoozing on the couch.

That wasn't much fun, but Daddy was doing Jillian Michaels' 30-Day Shred-- Ouch!

And Monster was all snuggled up, using a blanket as his bed.

Then the princess decided to go up the stairs...

Where she decided to photograph a photograph of herself.

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