adversity

I have been laughing at myself a lot lately. It’s truly refreshing. I don’t remember when the changeover happened, but at some point in the past week or so, I stopped being so embarrassed and feeling the need to apologize for myself. Maybe not completely, but there was a huge shift.

I used to despair over what other people would think of my mistakes and what they would think of me because of those mistakes, which were usually very small. Now I just laugh.

It’s very strange and new and thinking about it makes me laugh even more. From time to time, I wonder if I’m suppressing something I’m not supposed to, but wondering that makes me smile, almost giddily… that I’m almost positive that this is something positive.

So, just a few minutes ago, I was being the careless klutz that I am and making a mess and laughing at myself yet again. I whispered to the klutz, “There are only two possibilities… that I’ve become so mature that I’ve learned how to deal with diversity… Diversity? Di…. hahahaha… ADversity… how to deal with adversity through laughter! Haha… Either that or I’ve finally gone completely mad.”

I really don’t think it’s the latter. I’m sure most would agree that that’s happened long ago.

groundbreaking thought

If you’re looking for something that will change the world as you know it, this is probably not it so it’s best you move on.

But… has no one thought of this before? Am I the only one who thinks that this is such an exciting thought that it is mind-boggling that no one has wondered about it before?

***Mixed M&Ms***

Bags of different kinds of M&Ms together … like Hershey’s Miniatures, or trail mix, or Skittles or … you know!!

They’re doing custom messages on your M&Ms but why not custom combinations of M&Ms? I don’t think they even put the custom messages on anything but the milk chocolate ones.

Well, when I throw a party (whenever that may be), I’ll make a bowl of mixed M&Ms… just make sure your hands are clean when you’re rooting for all the peanut butter ones.

fried chicken

I had a strange dream this morning.

We were in the foyer of a haunted mansion and there were zombies coming down the stairs. An endless flow of zombies and we were without weapons.

But we did have chicken. For some reason, there was a lot of fried chicken on the floor.

So we started aiming the legs and thighs at the zombies, and it worked. They started disappearing.

At some point, we were cramming chicken bits in sandwiches and shoving them in the zombies’ mouths.

I asked one of them, “How many are there of you?” He said about seventy.

Then we were almost out of chicken. Somebody had to run across the street and get more. They came back with chicken-flavored rice.

We sprinkled them over the zombies and that worked too.

Then I think there was a big snake, but that was around the time I was thinking, “This would make a good Avanoo post,” and starting to wake up.