Live And Laugh

the sound of laughter

red candles

on a chocolate cake

They say laughter is the best medicine to a sad heart.  This is true. Laughter helps us to forget our troubles, to live within the moment. A good laugh can ease the pain that we hold within. It is a wonderful alternative to medicine with harmful side effects. For when we laugh, we let go of all our troubles - we feel more alive. We soar among the clouds on a sunny day.

Learn to laugh in your life. Find some humorous activities to do. Take the time to laugh things off. Try not to take life so seriously, as a serious attitude can often be a source of misery. All things are passing, but a happy moment will live with you forever. Live and laugh.

The Sundae Shop

The Sundae Shop

Feeling rather hungry, and in the mood for something cold on a hot summer day, I drive to the local sundae shop. Sitting down, I browse through the menu: I see root beer floats, milkshakes, ice creams of every color and flavor, and of course, sundaes. Being a "sweet tooth" fanatic, I order my favorite sundae. I rub my hands with glee as I wait for it to arrive.

It's not long before the waitress appears with my order. Smiling, she asks me if there is anything else I need. Being in love with my sundae, I can only mumble and shake my head. Smirking, the waitress returns to her duties. She knows an ice cream lover when she sees one.

There in front of me is the light of my life: two scoops of vanilla ice cream in a white bowl. The ice cream is drenched with a generous serving of hot fudge and shredded nuts. And the crowning glory is a maraschino cherry placed on top.

"A sweet treat indeed," I marvel as I pick up my spoon:

two scoops

of vanilla ice cream

in a bowl

winter never melts

with my spoon by my side

Dog Tales

Dog Tales

I have a blue heeler named Bluey. He is a medium sized dog, weighing about forty to fifty pounds. He has bluish-grey fur, with a big black spot on his back. Bluey is a friendly fellow--he loves to be rubbed. There have been many times when he would roll over on his back, his arms and legs all dangling like an overturned cockroach, as he waited for his belly to be rubbed.

Like all dogs, Bluey loves a good meal--especially scraps from his Master's table. Being a generous person by nature, I like to throw him something--usually a vegetable like green beans or sliced carrots. Bluey is an amazing acrobat--I casually throw a small chunk of potato at him and he will catch it in his mouth and consume it. The expression on his face is priceless--no sooner is the food in his mouth, and he is already looking for more. I can almost read in his eyes his silent message: "Is that all?"

After dinner is over, it's not uncommon to see Bluey in the kitchen:

my dog sniffing

for scraps in the kitchen

a vacuum cleaner