Texts That Made Me Laugh

I have, over the years, acquired a relatively eclectic group of friends.  They are a motley crew, made up of people I've worked with as well as individuals I've picked up at odd times in my life.  But we all have one thing in common, and that is our humor. We don't always get to giggle at one another, but we do get to text. Group text. It never fails to make me smile.

Phyllis: "The rain pounded so hard last night that it reminded me of that time three years ago when we could barely get to work! Remember?"

Phyllis: "Were you pounded last night? Erica says she was pounded!"

I read those texts, and my brain immediately went you-know-where. I wasn't going to say anything, because my friend Phyllis is very literal. I wasn't sure she would understand what I found so funny, and it is difficult to explain humor via text.

But two of my other friends, included in the group text, were right with me.

C:  "How many times is Phyllis going to say pounded?"

N:  "Lol. I am SO glad you caught that, too!

C:  "Haha. I just need to get my mind out of the gutter."

C: "But the gutter is so much more fun!"

I know that we were all giggling in our respective offices, scattered all over Texas. But my friend K, summed it up best, and perfectly illustrated that perhaps we were all channeling the souls of random teen boys. Not their mothers.

K: "Pounded...that's what she said!"

I guess that teenage boys have to get their sense of humor from somewhere.




1.) A recent text exchange that made you laugh.

Friends Are A Little Bit of Sunshine

I have a very good friend, Andrea, who lives and blogs over ate Maybe It's Just Me. Although we live hundreds of miles apart, I feel as though we live next door to each other. We share a fondness for Legos, likely brought to the surface by our male progeny.  We are particularly fond of the mini-figures, which are just plain cute.  I just love them all. I know--weird, huh?  I don't care.  I embraced my nerdiness years ago!

As we were waiting in anticipation for the opening of The Lego Movie, I mentioned that I had not been able to find any of the movie mini-figures anywhere. Toys R' Us, Walmart, Target...it was no use crying about it. The "collectors" had cleaned them out. But I did get a bit verklempt when I mentioned it to Andrea. Well, as tearful as one can get via text and emoticons.  Google can only do so much.

So it was with great happiness that I found a package in my mailbox this weekend.  Larry and Zane were sad, because they didn't get any package in the mail.  But when I opened the envelope, out popped three Lego mini-figures, each one with a note on it. 

You would have thought it was Christmas all over again.  Larry and Zane practically bowled me over grabbing their mini-figures, and the next few minutes were spent opening the packages and putting together the figures. 

And indeed, everything was awesome!  Zane got Emmett, the star of The Lego Movie, I got Wild Style, and Larry got Larry the Barrista(which was funnier because my Larry drinks tons of coffee)!  It was a perfect little family bonding moment, each of us with our mini-figures, reciting lines from the movie.

Then we had to go find Batman and Superman, and build a space ship so that we could fly over what's left of Helms Deep and look for Bigfoot.  Good clean fun.  But in this darkest part of winter, when the blahs are rampant, it is nice to open a package of sunshine.  Thank you!

RemembeRED: Benediction

Note: This week, we want you to write about sand. Yes...sand.

It doesn't have to be summer-related, but the impending summer and my proximity to Lake Michigan and it's glorious beaches are what inspired me to tell you to write about sand.

So.

SAND.

GO.

Oh, and come back Tuesday, May 10 and link up.

SAND.


It was my first overnight trip without my parents. I was almost eighteen, and three of my friends and I had packed up the car and driven to Ocean City. We dropped off our stuff at our cramped hotel room, changed into swimsuits, and hit the sand for four days of summer fun. The sun was high in the sky at that point; the group of us never could manage to leave for anywhere on time. But it didn't matter, because we were at the beach! On our own!!!! Squeeeeeee!!!!! I remember that we had a wonderful time. We sunned, we walked the boardwalk, we flirted with cute boys, and were just girls for the last moments before we all went off to college.

Yet I have never been a person who enjoys moving among the crowds of people and music and noise that is the summertime at the beach. My senses quickly became overwhelmed trying to keep up. So I woke up early on the second day, quietly dressed in some shorts and a t-shirt, left a note for my friends, and walked the two blocks to the beach while it was still dark.

At that time of the day, there wasn't yet another soul out here: it was just me, the sand, and the implacable vastness of the ocean meeting the stars...it felt sacred.

As I first stepped onto the beach that morning, the sand felt as cool as water as my feet melded into it. The sand was fluid, sliding over my feet and slippery between my toes. I walked toward the ocean, just to the edge of where the waves carried the water up onto the beach. I took one step more, hesitant, and the tide of water rushed over the top of my feet, carrying the sand that I was standing on away from me. It was as though I was sinking into the ground, my feet yearning to be rooted here, a tree to bear witness to my insignificance. I felt uplifted by the moment; uplifted, and sanctified. I watched the sun rise up above the water, and then I walked back to the hotel room, marveling at what I had seen.

My friends were still sleeping when I crept back into the room. I locked the door and lay down on a bed. As I drifted off, I tried to hold onto the emotions, that blessing, that I had experienced out on that beach, but they flowed away from me like the cool sand had slipped between my toes.