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I had a very funny cat that I miss... her name - Mispers.... she would set herself up in the gutter of the roof watching the Starlings come and go from their nests in the eaves. I think she thought she was being sneaky and hiding. I took a photo of her from my upstairs window, I wish I could post it here. She would also follow the dog and I when we went for walks it was the cutest thing to see and I would have neighbors fascinated with the cat. She wasn't very friendly but she liked the dog, the dog could care less about her. I used up all of my cellphone credit on fighting with my ex-boyfriend and we kind of broke up.  No one in my family, not even my older brother knew I was dating ... I wanted to top up credit on my cellphone and fortunately, my older brother always let me transfer money from his cellphone to mine. HOW KIND OF HIM.  But SILLY ME, instead of transferring the money to MY number, I transferred it to my ex's number without even realizing it!  For a few minutes, I kept wondering WHY my cellphone was still showing zero credit balance.  My brother walked into my room ... he didn't look happy ..  He said he received a phone call from someone who was asking why he sent him money.  And NOT SO KINDLY, he told me that his cellphone's credit was only for his baby sister. It was NOT so that she could just give it away to some boy ... Ooooooooooops!  Hello Ellie  The end of this BraveHeart view was fabulous - the crying and your laughter had me in stitches!  Thank you for the perfect ending to my day! Love, Lynette Ritual Divas Community
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I had been emailing someone new I didn't know very well so was trying to be conservative. I was able to have a very long laugh at myself ...till the tears ran down my face! Being able to see myself as mirrored by another person, I realized that instead of the staid sometimes quiet person I thought I had been with them, I was an overwhelming torrent of words that had been released from a bottle like a huge blizzard snow storm!  They had been rather astonished! Its good for me to be able to see those things and realize what a mirror another has been to me.Hello Dear Sisters, I am an excellent crier, laugher, and crier/laugher...I can shuffle through the two as well as produce a most unique and gorgeous combo variation. Recently, I was told by a "professional" that my emotions may be too extreme. In the past I may have said something like, "I know" or "do you think so" or something of the sort. All my life I have been told I am "too emotional, a worry wart, too sensitive" I now accept it as part of me... I used to think something was seriously wrong with me. This is not to say that my sensitive personality is not without its challenges, but I would not give up who I am....ever. I am discovering ways to be the best me I can be, the most me, despite those challenges. Not only because of my personality, but also all I have been through in my life....it all teaches me if I am willing to accept and learn....I am so therefore I expand. How do I pick one funny....at the end of the season for the cafe that I work at one of the regular customers had a bad shoulder. It would help him if I would pound on it so I would do so when he came in for breakfast. One day some new customers walked in as I was doing just that....beating up on him (this gentleman looks like Shrek-no lie) they looked at me kinda stunned. I continued whacking his shoulder while saying"eat your donuts, eat your donuts" They didnt know what to think until we just cracked up. As I seated them they said, "so if we dont eat your going to beat the s - - t out of us?" Recently I answered my door with "frownies" on my face? If you know what they are you are laughing...LOL!!!! and nuts!!! the fed-ex guy was soooooooooooo handsome! Love Debra The Honor Your TruthCommunity
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Love Debra The Honor Your TruthCommunity
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Many years ago as a new Ballet Teacher, I chose beautiful blue and white, flowered tutus that looked like Delft china for my 5 year-olds' recital costumes. They were lovely and of course we had professional photos taken for the parents. When the photo album came from the photographer, the favorite of many parents and teachers (after their own child of course) was one of my girls. She was a tomboy through and through, and when her turn had come, mom had had to leave the room to fetch the childs ballet shoes. Well, the photographer couldn't resist, and I still have on display, a beautifully posed picture of a ballerina in pink Spiderman tennis shoes! Have a wonderful day! Vicki Greetings Ellie! I'm so happy that you believe in the power of laughter. I'm going to use your quote for my next e-newsletter for my production "Conscious Comedy Explosion! Get your Dose of Humor Therapy! Peace and Success! Makena Hayes-Gargonnu Live Event Producer Conscious Comedy Explosion! http:/
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Best Remedy Ellie! My story begins when I was leaving my Grandmother's house after visiting with her one afternoon. I said my usual good-bye's, got in my car and drove home, about a 20-minute drive. After arriving home, I needed my wallet for some reason and could not find it. I searched my purse, checked all over my house thinking that perhaps I had not taken it with me - didn't see it on the seat of the car when I got out. I then phoned my Grandmother and she searched her house. Neither of us could find it so I finally went out to the car to check under the seat. To my astonishment, there was my wallet sitting on top of the car right where I had placed it at my Grandmother's house. It was heavy enough to have stayed there for the whole 20-minute ride home. The wallet and I were happy to see each other ~ ~ ~  Gratitude, Rijuta Creative Concentration Community
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Dearest Ellie, Thank you for sharing ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Have a wonder-filled day! ... ... Please forgive me, but I'll view the video a bit later ... I read the post, but I need to move on or I won't get to what I came here this fine morning to do ... Yikes! ... Aloha pume hana, Barb
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Ellie, Please Share !!! L.C
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Dear Ellie, This is what I call the Dining Room Table Story. It took place, let's see, about ten years ago, when I had decided that the table my husband had brought in during his college days pretty much had to go. It was a large round table supported by a metal pedestal and the table top itself was about 2 inches thick covered by a dark formica material. I thought it was useful for a number of years but pretty ugly. I decided to take it apart and have it picked up on the weekend. The top of the table was much heavier than I expected, but was not difficult to separate from the pedestal. I rolled the pedestal out the front door for pickup with not too much trouble. The table top was too heavy to roll down the front steps and be able to control it before hitting the street, so I decided to take it out the back steps. Our back yard was fairly large and so I decided to take it to the top of the steps, start rolling it and kind of twist it, so it would do the flop on the lawn at the foot of the stairs. So I did. The table top shot straight as an arrow through our back yard heading for the parking lot that abutted it. I heard a funny noise and realized it was my voice as I ran behind the table, which went through our bushes, with me behind it. Now, there was one car parked in the parking lot and my table was headed for it, front and center. (I am not exaggerating at all) I was already picturing insurance claims as I ran. There is a circular cement base that holds one of the parking lot lights that was also right in our line of flight. That day I knew that maybe there was a God, because that table rolled completely flush into the side of that cement base and stopped completely. I fell into it. It was no more than four inches from the front bumper. I wish you could have seen me trying to to see if anyone noticed as I walked the table top around our house to the front, with scratches all over my face and me trying to look casual! "Insist on having humor in your life. Humor is a staple not a luxury!" Totally Awesome!!! I thought I'd toss a few little cartoons I animated into the mix. Whee! I don't have kids, but people who DO seem to think this one is particularly funny ... It's called Rude Noises. This one is one of my favorites: Knowing the Score. And this one's about the very first play I wrote. Sigh. Much is explained about why I'm not a playwright. Ha! Love and lots of laughing, Cris
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