Eau brother! Hasbro and Demeter Fragrance Library have released their latest essence: Eau de Play-Doh! The limited-edition scent (smelling amazingly like the distinctive smelling modeling compound) is a smell for “highly creative people” says Hasbro’s publicist. At $19 an ounce—such a bargain! Other scents include Dirt, Tomato and Thunderstorm are available at www.demeterfragrance.com
Just what I always wanted–to smell like Mr. Bill!
Observed t-shirt: Party ‘til he’s cute
Observed bumper sticker: D.A.M. Mothers Against Dyslexia
While I was standing in line at Starbuck’s, a curly headed four year old girl in tow with her mom by and shrieked, ”Oh boy! Starbucks!” The woman behind me murmured, “she raised her right!”
The flight attendant caught everyone’s attention when she announced during the safety instructions: “The lavatory is located in the front of the cabin. It will remain in the front of the cabin for the duration of the flight. At no time will the lavatory be in the back of the cabin. In the unlikely event of a water landing, your seat may be used as a flotation device. Place your arms through the straps, lean against the cushion, and once you have paddled to safely to shore, you may keep the cushion with our compliments.”
My 7-year-old stepson, Tom, was assigned to do a report for school but he couldn’t decide what to write about. We ran through a litany of ideas: animals, bugs, super heroes, cartoon characters—nothing appealed to him. We then ran through his favorite kinds of foods: pizza, M&Ms, bagels—no luck. “I don’t want to write about foods,” he said adamantly.
Out of desperation, his dad said, “How about boogers?!”
Tom cocked his head and smiled. “I said I don’t want to write about food!”
You know what they say—the difference between boogers and broccoli is that kids won’t eat their broccoli!
Feb 7
Just finished up a delightful trip visiting my two awesome sons. They’re as different as night and day and I couldn’t love them more. My oldest, David, has the laid back dry wit of his dad, with a slightly sicker twist (gets that from me!). We watched “Anchorman” with Will Ferrell together and laughed out loud—what a great bonding experience! He’s still cancer-free, although he’s still dealing with the ramifications of chemo: avascular necrosis in both hips that will eventually necessitate hip replacements. He takes it a day at a time, all in stride and keeps his sense of humor. I’m so proud of him.
My youngest, Adam, took me to the Improv Olympics (in
Chicago—brrrrrrrr!) last night. What a hoot! These guys and gals are so quick on their feet, taking a cue from the audience and running wild with it. A lot of people really haven’t experienced or understand Improv. It’s a terrific skill that would benefit anyone in their daily life—at work or at home—learning to think on your feet—quickly, creatively and with humor. Adam is currently studying improve atSecond
City—the springboard for many of the Saturday Night Live cast. I’m quite confident that somewhere in the not-so-distant future you’ll see his smiling face there, as well. Adam and I shared laughs over “Wedding Crashers” (also with a Will Ferrell cameo). I guess my boys do share something in common—they both crack up over Will Ferrell!
Tonite I’m heading back for home to my new husband and warmer weather. It’s a long flight back to
San Diego but the crew of Southwest doesn’t let me down. After completing the safety instructions, the flight attendant notified us that the cabin lights would be turned down “to enhance the appearance” of the person seated next to us. He then went on to explain that the reading lights could be found above our heads, in between and not to be confused with the call lights for the flight attendants, which were on either side of the reading lights. He suggested we find them right away as “it’s gonna get reeeeeeeeal dark in here.” He paused and then turned off the cabin lights. Immediately we heard a “ding” as a flight attendant call light was accidentally pushed. He sighed and then commented, “There’s always one!”
Tuesday 3:30 p.m. I’m
Karyn Buxman-Godek and I can’t believe you actually found you way to my blog. Amazing… Here’s where you’ll get to read my observations and rants which will hopefully have some connection to humor as it relates to business, relationships and health. The world’s a funny place. Trouble is, most of the time we’re too busy to note the funny stuff that’s right under our noses. Maybe that’s where I come in. Seems that I have a knack for finding the humor in a situation. Granted, things aren’t always funny. Time may have to pass before we can find the humor in a situation. But I think most adult humor comes from pain and discomfort. It may be our own or someone else’s—it may be a little pain, it may be a lot—who knows? But in today’s world there’s no shortage of pain so there probably isn’t going to be a shortage of humor, either.
Yesterday was a day filled with frustration. After recently getting married (not the frustrating part!) I’m in the process of moving and I can’t find anything. Seems no matter what I need, I can’t find it. My life is chaos and piles. And then last night my husband stands before me holding our tickets to Cirque du Soliel—soooooo??? The tickets were for the day before— we’d spent our Sunday afternoon trudging through piles and piles of stuff when we were supposed to be at the long-awaited (and not cheap) Cirque du Soliel— agggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I’m depressed and frustrated to the point of tears. And then this wonderful man sits me down, tells me to close my eyes and after a few moments, instructs me to turn to the tv. I look and there is my favorite scene from the hysterical movie (and I do mean hysterical!!!!) In and Out with Kevin Kline. There’s no way I can watch him dance to “I Will Survive” and stay depressed—just no way. I’m gonna keep this man—You want a successful relationship? Find someone you can laugh with (and laugh and laugh&hellip 
BTW, if you haven’t seen In & Out, run, don’t walk to your nearest Blockbuster and rent it.
Today is one of those days that I get to practice what I preach. I’m on my way to do a presentation for the Florida Educational Facilities Planners Association. Just as we’re pulling away from the gate at the
San Diego airport—bam! Mechanical failure. After keeping us a captive audience (literally) and in suspense—they decide they better put us all on another plane—too bad it won’t get there in time for my connection, a.k.a. the last flight out to Jacksonville, FL (than you very much, Delta). Drats—now I have to fly to
Savannah, GA and drive to Amelia Island, FL, getting in sometime around 1 a.m. (On our second plane, we’re flying for about 5 minutes when we here this loud “whump” and shortly after the captain announces that the noise was an engine and we probably weren’t gonna make it to
Atlanta (thanks, again, Delta). N-E-way… seems that we’re gonna give it a try. If you’re reading this, then I guess we made it.)
Few people can grasp how directionally challenged I am. When getting driving directions from someone and they say, “you can’t miss it,” I shudder. There are days I can’t find my way out of a brown paper bag with a map… And now I’m driving in the middle of the night to a place I’ve never been in a car that’s not mine and no GPS available… And after all this grief, I get to step up on stage and tell folks how to find the humor in the situation.
Hmmm… how could this be worse… I could be stuck in the last row of the airplane… middle seat… between 2 sumo wrestlers… with flatulence problems… yikes—that definitely would be worse… this may take some more time to find the humor in this—but I guess that’s a start. More later.
