As I sit here on vacation feeling the ocean breeze blow across my face, I close my eyes and lean my head back over the top of my short little beach chair. The heat of the Hawaiian sun warms my face so much that it nearly lulls me to sleep. In the background, I can hear the waves lapping up at water’s edge and every once in a while they make it up to my feet. The water is cool and crisp and feels ever so exhilarating and refreshing as it makes it’s way up and over my foot and up my ankle. I feel as though I could sit here for ever as the sounds of the waves crashing up the shore then receding back into the ocean are rhythmic and lulling. Off in the distance, I can hear the yell of a surfer who celebrates as he or she caught a good ride. Sitting here today, there are no worries or burdens to ponder. There are no phones, no televisions, or voices. I have found a beach spot where I’m somewhat secluded, just me, my little beach chair and…
Author: Tammy
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
Have you ever had one of those days when you just felt like everyone was spitting or pooping on you? I’m serious here!
I have had so many times of people spitting on my face or animals pooping on me that it has become a family joke. On me of course…literally! This started way back when.
A vivid memory I have, and an oh so grotesque one I have involved my Dad, Mom, Me and my Grandmother (my Dad’s Mom). I must interject here that if you knew my Grandmother, you know where this is going, but since many of you didn’t know her an explanation is due. You see, my Grandmother liked to spit. Not the chew the tobacco then spit into a cup kinda lady. The snort up a large lugey and spit it. She had wastebaskets and newspapers spread all over the floor in her favorite seats in the house. Get the picture. Good, as it will help. Back to the memory. We were riding in my Dad’s convertible. My Dad was driving and my Mom was behind him. My Grandmother was in the front passenger seat and I was, well, you guessed it, right behind her in the back seat. Yup – oh boy, what a treat! As it was a beautiful, sunny day my Dad had the top down. After a little while my Grandmother, God bless her, well, she decided it was time to…SPIT. So she did. Can you just imagine where that lugey went? Precisely! Directly onto my right cheek. And that thang was as big as my cheek. Are you kidding me?
Another memory: While walking through the Berlin Germany Zoo back in 1994, my Husband, Daughter and I were enjoying a few monkeys playing around. We were intently watching them play tag when all of a sudden I felt something warm on my face. Again! It seems that a flock of birds had just had lunch and needed to relieve themselves. Right onto my right cheek, down the front of my shirt and into the inside of my left shoe. Are you kidding me?
I can’t even count on two hands the amount of people who have gotten so into their stories to me that they literally sprayed them onto my face. Pretty much on the right cheek, in fact! Are you kidding me?
Then there was today.
As I was walking to my car from work, I was enjoying the 52 degree day here in Ohio. It was rather windy, but when there is 52 degrees in the middle of January, I will take some wind! Apparently, our fine feathered friends were out enjoying the fair weather as well. And eating. And, you guessed it, pooping! On whom you might ask? Well, give you one guess! Oh, and guess where? But of course, across my right cheek and the left lens of my glasses. Are you kidding me? See, I have proof below…
Now, you might say how in the world is she going to spin encouragement into this. Have no fear, my friends. For no matter how many times people will spit lugies or spray spit across your face or birds will drop bombs on you when you least expect it, it boils down to the same thing. Whether it’s the spitting, pooping, or insults being flung from folks. You just gotta do what I did today. I just cracked up so hard that it “Tickled Me Pink.” And then I just turned the other cheek and yelled, “Ha, is that all you got birdie?”
…and that’s all I have to say about that.
Tammy
THERE’S A PARTY GOING ON…DANCIN’ ON THE CEILING!!
Yes indeedy blog friends! There is definitely a party going on right here. Though I may not be exactly dancing on the ceiling, I am for sure…wait for it…TICKLED PINK! C’mon, you knew it was coming, didn’t you?
Oh my…I’m just laughing thinking that you must think I’ve lost my ever pinkin’ mind!
Anyway – I’m celebrating one year here at Tickled Pink Tammy and I want to express my gratitude to all of you who are my faithful followers. Thank you. Those of you who are new, welcome, I am very glad to have you along for the fun.
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Don’t miss out on the laughter and encouragement for this thing we call life that I have in store for you in 2012. I will be writing more encouraging and funny stories from my life as well as share some of the funny stories I’ve heard you tell. I’m telling you, some of these may make you run for the little girl’s room you’ll be cracking up that bad!
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…and that’s all I have to say about that!
Tammy