Posts Tagged ‘laughter’

Hope you all had a tremendous food fest, that is called Thanksgiving, here in the U.S. 

TV is on and I just HAVE to say this.  Just how sick is Bridalplasty.  The whole idea makes me sick.  What a sad state this country is getting itself in.  Enough digression.

My fond memories of Thanksgiving are from my childhood, when we traveled to my grandmother/aunt’s house and I spent the day being hugged and kissed by comfy aunts and spent time with my sister (she lived with my grandmother). 

My grandmother was a quiet woman.  I really wish I could remember her voice, but I don’t.  I do remember her whispery reading (something my dad did also) and her piano playing.  I also remember that, if she knew you had a favorite dish that was just a bit different from norm, say the lemon filling in lemon cream pie but without crust (Now who in the world would want to do without homemade pie crust?).  I’m just saying, that if that was what you liked, Grandma had it there waiting for you.

Grandma’s house was full of people and conversation and laughter; especially when the ladies went out to do the dishes while the men slept on the couch.  They were mostly laughing about the men, I think, but they were sure having a good time.

Then, came the time when dinner was at mom’s house and I was one of them helping  with cleanup (when mom would allow anyone to help) and laughing.  It was always extra good when unexpected relatives arrived to crowd the table.

This year, Thanksgiving was particularly quiet.  It was just five of us and we catered it from Cracker Barrel.  After two weeks on my Vegan heart diet, I decided to join in and eat just regular food.  The best was the pizza and chips we had for lunch.  But, they weren’t quite as good as I remembered.  Everyone enjoys Cracker Barrel’s cooking, but I was actually wishing I was still eating Vegan.

Surprised me!  Something about this diet makes me feel lighter inside and like all my insides are working properly.  I know that isn’t a very scientific way to put it, but I’m glad to be back on my diet. 

STATS:  By Wednesday (that’s actually a week and a half) I have now lost five pounds.  Thursday’s meal put it to four.  Since I cannot see inside my arteries, I cannot tell you but I imagine little blocks of them floating downstream.    I made a great three bean soup and adjusted the War Cake recipe (follows).  It is one of the most moist cakes you can make.  It is from World War I and has no eggs, milk, nor butter in it.

This recipe is from a Dear Heloise column, when someone asked for the “eggless, milkless, butterless cake her mother made around 1918.  It is dark and heavy but ohhhh so good.

Mix 2 cups brown sugar
2 cups hot water
 and 2 teaspoons shortening (I used 2 teaspoons of apple sauce) in medium saucepan.

Add 1/2 to 3/4 cup raisins (I used chopped up dates). 

Add 1 teaspoon each of salt, cinnamon and cloves.  I RARELY add salt and did not for this cake.

Boil the above for five minutes after it first bubbles.  Remove from the stove and let it cool.  Let it cool completely.

After it is cool, add 3 cups of flour (I used 1 cup whole wheat but was then out of whole wheat so had to use 2 cups of white.  I would normally at least do 50/50 on that but am now going heavier on the whole wheat.

And, add 1 teaspoon of baking soda dissolved in 2 teaspoons of hot water.

Mix well

Pour into greased bundt pan

Bake 1 hour at 350 to 375

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I really think we all need to laugh more and I have been much too serious lately.  I also watch too much tv but, other than Law & Order and it’s spin offs, most of it makes me laugh.  I look forward to Two and a Half Men and The Big Bang Theory, and I love reading the DiscWorld series by Terry Pratchett. 


I have had an awful time making up names in my writing, and he just puts together a few words and has a city named “Dijabringabeeralong” and has a great visual.  I think the British do have a unique humor and way of viewing the world.


The BBC had a great run of comedies with:  As Time Goes By, To the Manor Born,  Fawlty Towers,  Keeping up Appearances,  Jeeves & Wooster,  Black Adder, and Coupling.  I am sure I have missed a few.


I loved Vicar of Dibley.  Master’s daughter bought husband the complete episodes of The Vicar of Dibley.  I am ready to watch them again.  I really enjoyed Hamish Macbeth too.


When your house is full of little kids, I think you laugh more.  They are just so funny.  EMT’s girlfriend has three little boys who we have enjoyed having over to the house.  Just watch a grandma hold her new grandchild and you will see the best smile in the world. 

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I am watching part of Iconoclasts. Archbishop Desmond Tutu and Sir Richard Branson are on it, and it is just the most wonderful program I have ever seen. I hope they play it again soon, so I can see the whole show.

They both laugh constantly, and to see Richard Branson teaching the Archbishop to swim, and, the Archbishop laughing about it and everything else, well he must be the happiest man on the earth. And, both of them laugh about everything and, they both have a fantastic philosophy of life.

When the Archbishop asked Branson, “Why do you have so much money.” They laughed.

When Sir Richard Branson answered that it was more important to fulfill your dreams than to be rich.” They laughed.

Gosh, what a great way to be. I think Branson had a great point though; and I am paraphrasing here, but If you do not live your life, so as to fulfill your dreams, you have not lived.

So, please follow your dreams and laugh while you are doing so.

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Master’s Daughter a/k/a/ http://BrainDebris.wodpress.com commented that we are fortunate to have so many memories that involve laughter and she is so right.

When I was growing up, we visited my dad’s family once or twice a month. Dad’s family always greated you with a big hug and a sloppy kiss. The men all loosened their buttons and fell asleep after dinner and the women laughed in the kitchen.  Well, most of them.

My Aunt Lydia didn’t seem to smile much, although I do remember her laughing occasionally. Once, when Master’s Daughter was pretty young, she told me she didn’t want to go visit Aunt Lydia because Aunt Lydia didn’t like her. I asked her why she thought that, because I knew that Aunt Lydia loved kids. She replied because of the way Aunt Lydia always glared at her. I broke out laughing and told her not to take it personally, that was Aunt Lydia’s face. She just glared. 

The kitchen clean-up crew was my mother, my sister and my cousin’s wife who has the best non-stop laugh to this day. As I got older, I was welcomed to join them. I think Aunt Lucille joined in too, when she was up to it. The men slept on. It was a quiet household, except for the kitchen.

And, that is why one day, when Master’s daughter was visiting her own grandparents and she and my mom were cracking up in the computer room, down the hall, that my father pushed himself out of the recliner he was glued to, missed a minute or two of television, to walk down the hall and glare at them. They subdued their laughter for a moment to hear what earth shaking announcement had necessitated this journey to their den; to hear him pronounce:  (drum roll please!)

     “You know what is wrong with you two?”

I’m sure they shook their head as they bust a rib trying not to laugh out loud.

     “You laugh too much! That’s what’s wrong with you.”  Whereupon he turned around and took his scowling face back to his chair .

I believe an ambulance was called to pick them up off the floor and sedation was needed to stop the laughter at that point.

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