Laughing To The Grave Part 2

Writing on my blog has not been easy lately. I’m not going to lie. I look around at some of your post, and think my God, where can I get a blog like them… It’s not the size, I envy. It’s your writing style, your format, your flow, pictures, fonts, and the time that looks like you put into your blog. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t sit at the table with my elbow on it, leaning against my hand, for hours. It just makes me more aware of what and how I write. My cohort told me the other night.

“When it comes down to it, what matters is that people understand what you’re trying to say”

A few things have been keeping my family down in the dumps, my husband and I mainly. I won’t go into it too much, because you heard it all before. I would rather make us both laugh, how bout it?

A few weeks ago, Emmet was under the weather, and just not acting normal. My supervisor asked me to take her into the Emergency Room. They were getting her checked in, asking her questions about who, what, when, where, and why.

“Where is it, that you live?”

Emmet: The Jerry Kline Home For The Blind

“What Did you say”

Emmet: She then, slowly, broke-down all the words, and repeated herself

“Ok”

Emmet: busted out singing the nursery rhyme “Three Blind mice”

The same night, my husband and I were getting ready to go to bed. He had stepped out of our room for just a few minutes. I had a pill to take in my hand and of course dropped it. I was in-between the bed and the wall, on all fours, running my hand across the floor, trying to find that tiny thing.My husband walked backed in the room while I was on the hunt. He yells my name like he lost me in a crowd at a carnival. He scared the crap out of me. I pop up and say “What the hell, is going on”

Him: I did not see you, I thought the rapture had taken place and the lord took you instead of me…

My son and I got out-of-town, a few weeks ago. We went to a graduation. It was down by my home-town. On our way back home, we stopped in to see an old friend. Gabe asked them if we could use their bathroom. I went with him, because I had to go as well. He tripped over a toy and put his hand through a hole, which you could tell had been there already. He looks up at me, motions me to come in closer, when I get face to face with him, he looks around and back again at me.

Mom: I think their house is ripping apart!

I know you’re aware we follow Jesus, since my son was born I have let him know he can talk to him anytime. It does not matter where you’re, what you’re doing, it’s as simple as talking to me. The other day he found a spider in our house. He was squatted down, following it around. He motioned me to come look at it and I did. I grabbed a shoe and smashed it!

Gabe: JESUS, LOOK OUT!

15 thoughts on “Laughing To The Grave Part 2

    • Thank you. I hope it gave you a chuckle. I read your post last night and know how it feels to carry a heavy load. I’m sending you a tight squeeze, and will keep, you and your family in my thoughts tonight.

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      • It did – I also have those moments in my daily life. Thank you so much. Sometimes I feel like I am almost going to buckle under it and then I give myself a talking to. I appreciate your support.

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      • I don’t see your site, tonight. I have not seen you post anything for a couple days. I would normally let it go. I just feel like I should let you know I’m thinking of you. I looked foward to your outfits, your blog is or was a breath of fresh air.

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  1. Shelley, It’s sometimes easy to compare ourselves.. and our blogs with others’ but when it gets down to it; we write the way we have chosen. We’re all different but it’s an outlet and the people who choose to read it.. must like to! You write from your heart and that’s what it’s all about…. so keep on writing! Love Diane xx

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    • It, is easy to compare ourselves. I agree with you on this being an outlet. I just sigh ever so often. Thank you, for always encouraging me. It’s nice to have from time to time.

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  2. I’m so sorry things have been rough lately, S. (I hope they’re already better from the time you wrote this.) Owe you or not, I still intend to get to your email, but I kid you not, I only just emailed a friend who contacted me a MONTH ago. I am THAT slow!

    In the meantime, I love your blog because it’s true to who you are. To me, it’s the stories–not the design–of the blogs that matter. And you tell true stories that speak to the heart.

    Writing on a blog is kind of like casting a message in a bottle into the ocean. You hope what you say speaks to someone else, but if not, at least you’ve unburdened yourself, sending what you needed to out into the waves. Don’t worry about entertaining anyone; just be true to who you are and what you need to say.

    If it’s worth anything, I’ll always be one to read it (though, obviously, maybe not on time!)

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  3. Reblogged this on and commented:
    I liked everything about this post. The reflection and humor in it are why people read the random blog and not the mainstream feeds. Great stuff and thanks for the smile!
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