A Man Named Smith

I don't know why but I find solace in writing.  My eyes are killing to look at the screen but it doesn't matter.  I'm lying here at the beginning of the day.  I should be well rested and ready to conquer the world but it has been a rough four days of nausea, pain and no sleep.  In addition,  The pillow is hurting my head and neck,  when will they ever come up with something softer than feathers?  Don't they know people have pain issues, come on! Hehe :)   I really am tempted to sneak into the garage and grab a hammer just to get some rest.  Man, when a girl starts fantasizing about a concussion you know you've got problems!  I just want to sleep and be out of pain.  I used to sleep like a log. I now have sleep envy of my past self.  I used to be able to sleep through crying babies, earthquakes, in fact I could sleep anywhere...not that I slept around!!  My dog, Ninja, is always sleeping.  My brother in law says he has Fido-myalgia!  Rimshot!  See?  When I don't feel well humor makes me feel better.  Does anyone remember in Mary Poppins they go to see Uncle Albert and he tells the joke about knowing a gent with a wooden leg named Smith?  Then the kids ask what's the name of his other leg?  Well, this is my favorite pick me up, pun intended for those of you that know the movie.  When I am with my sister, Adrienne, and we are laughing and then we start on a serious subject I'll ask her, "What's the name of his other leg?" And then we will start laughing again.  For those of you that don't know the movie, by telling this joke it literally "lifts" not only their spirits but them off the the floor!

I love it.  It hasn't failed me yet.  I can be crying and think of Uncle Albert and that darn leg and start laughing.   So when you need a pick me up think of Uncle Albert and ask yourself, "What's the name of his other leg??"