MTM

There is a new whoop-tee-doo called My Thankful Monday (MTM). After reading what others have posted for this day, I'm a little embarrassed by mine, but such is life. Well, my life anyway.

I'm thankful for my sense of humor. It's served me well in this life and, as tit for tat goes, I've served it well...as well. :) Many things that would send the normal person into therapy usually makes me laugh.

As most anyone knows that has read me for awhile, I'm not the most coordinated person. Here are a few instances that come to mind (I don't have enough time to list them all, though I'm sure Mark will think of many I'm not going to list).

Stepping into a pothole in a truck stop parking lot, right outside the restaurant window, twisting my ankle and going down...face down, into the pavement. Within seconds I'm surrounded by strangers making sure I'm okay. They're probably thinking I'm dazed or hurt because all I can do as I roll over to my back is laugh, still laughing as I get up and limp off. Okay, I'm going to share a secret...I've fallen twice at the same truck stop. Yeah, I don't get it either, but that's my life.

Last year as we (Mark, the boys and I) went bowling with another family of four, I, again, was the evenings entertainment. I'm not even including when I let go of the ball...behind me, because this has happened too many times to really be unusual anymore. No, I'm talking about when I went to let go of the ball in front of me, I didn't, and, instead, held it as I went sliding down the alley with it. Yeah, that was funny. What was even funnier was how the other family ran to me to make sure I was okay as my own family sat and laughed their butts off. In all fairness to them, I was laughing too. Good times...

Christmas before last we were in Taos, and as we were walking with a long line of others, my feet went flying out from underneath me. In all fairness to me, there was ice. I landed on my butt hard with both my feet and arms up in the air. The only thing I could hear over my own laughter was the laughter of Mark and my kids...oh and the gasps of concern from strangers. Actually, come to think of it, I hear both of those sounds a lot.

And...lest we forget, the time I missed the mark, so to say, over a toilet in a stall at a church I was visiting, and when I tried to reposition myself over the seat, went slip sliding in my own (as far as I know) 'mess'. As my butt tends to do, it went down hard and came up wet. Thankfully, there were plenty of people in the bathroom, I'd hate to be selfish with my laughs.

Yes, my humor has served me well as my life keeps giving it material to work with.