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What is Fun? What is Funny? Sometimes life feels so crazed that I wonder how I'll come up with new ideas for writing. As much as we love our daughters, my husband and I usually end our nights sacked out on our couch watching television because we are simply too fried to do anything else. Add to this exhaustion night wakings, ear infections and other daily kids' crisis, and sometimes my brain feels more like a sieve than an artistic tool. I try to remind myself to find humor in our daily life. Sometimes I pace my house wondering, "What is funny?" The other day, I warned my eldest, Emelia, not to pull her piggy bank down from the top of her dresser. "It will fall on your head," I warned her, "and that wouldn't be fun." She smiled, "No, but it would be funny." I chuckled a bit. Mostly though, I was amazed at her ability to differentiate between fun and funny. As a mom, I'm constantly worrying about my kids. Put on sunscreen, don't climb on our table, don't swing that broom in my living room -- not fun. But in my writing, I need to be funny. I wonder how I can be such a boring mom and yet find humor to write with. Is it possible? Maybe we can't make fun of things if we don't see the negatives. If everything is roses, then there's nothing to mock, right? A few weeks ago, Emelia went on her first field trip. Her preschool took her to a local children's museum. Emelia had nightmares for two nights before the big trip. When we asked her what was wrong, she shook her head and said nothing. The day before the trip, she was crabby -- snapping here and there. Our tempers were short with her. We became crabby, too. On the morning of her big trip, her Dad took her to school. She sat very quietly looking out the window. "Daddy?" she asked. "What if I can't get up the stairs on the bus?" My husband says his heart melted at that moment. He reassured her that she would be okay, that there would be teachers and a bus driver to help her in and out of the bus. He dropped her off and called me laughing. Emelia's fear wasn't much fun for her -- or for us. Heck, we were pissy parents as she took her angst out on us. But in retrospect, the whole thing is kind of funny. And it reminds me what being a little kid is all about. How hills look like mountains, and escalators are frightening machines. How cherished memories are based on everyday events like ice cream with grandma and gardening with grandpa. And it is watching my kids have these experiences that keeps me inspired. Because even when life is really not fun, you can always look back and find something to laugh about.

Th3 L!F3... Viata este un joc dur si halucinant,viata inseamna salturi cu parasuta,inseamna risc,inseamna sa cazi si sa te ridici,insemna alpinism,inseamna vointa de a ajunge in puncutl tau cel mai inalt si a te simti nemultumit si nelinistit cand nu resusesti sa o faci... sad sad Pe drumul vietii greu si anevoios,atunci cand intampini greutati acest prieten va stii sa se uite inapoi,sa se intoarca,sa iti dea mana,sa te ajute sa te ridici si mai mult sa te ajute ma mergi mai departe.Un prieten bun cred ca nu va cauta sa faca ce-i place lui ,ci va cauta sa faca ce iti place tie... Viata este in mare masura un mister ramas inca nedescifrat de oameni.Avem o multime de intrebari fara raspuns,experimentam lucruri pe care nu le putem explica si in jurul nostru se intampla fenomene pe care nu le intelegem.Viata este un hatis de capcane printre care trebuie sa te strecori,un numar nesfarsit de alternative dintre care trebuie sa alegi,o intersectie permanenta in care trebuie sa te orientezi.Chiar daca in viata omul are posibilitatea sa aleaga intre mai multe alternative totusi familia,religia sunt cele pe care nu are oportunitatea sa le aleaga si ele devin elemente definitorii pentru persoanlitatea individului.. Viata e un stadion mare in care oamenii sunt jucatorii ce se impart in doua tabere:unii care lupta pentru un ideal ~victoria cu orice pret~ si altii care sunt invinsi de nonidealuri.Mingea cu care se joaca partida vietii este destinul,iar golurile date reprezinta succsele si implinirile. Viata este un mecanism complicat ce declanseaza echilibre si dezechilibre,armonii si dezarmonii,iar oamnenii sunt partile lui componente. Starile sufletesti sunt ca un lift care urca sau coboara prin etajele launtrice,se opreste la nivelul bucuriilor sau al tristetilor,totul e sa apasam corect pe buton. Sa intelegi tot inseamna suferinta de aceea e bine sa intelegem numai ceea ce ne face placere... Ura distruge tot ceea ce este frumos in om ii creeaza aspectul unui demon... Visurile sunt teluri planificate in etape temporale si implantate in realitate,gandite ca viziuni logice proiectate in viiotr,fac din viata o arta inefabila,iar cel care le creeaza din substanta luciditatii este un artist-visator. Ambitia creste din orgoliul fabricat in laboratorul eului din substantele combinate ale esecului,vointei si perseverarii ...iar din pasta omogena se modeleaza statuia succesului,la care se inchina oamenii puternici. stare  irrezistible_girl · Thu Jul 17, 2008 @ 01:35pm · 1 Comments	irrezistible_girl Community Member «Prev | Next» Archive | Home [07/17/08 01:38pm] [07/17/08 01:35pm] [07/17/08 01:34pm] [07/17/08 01:24pm] [07/17/08 01:13pm] [07/03/08 08:01pm]
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