Dear readers (wow, that is a little hopeful, isn't it?)
The purpose of this blog is to keep a record (because I am getting old!) of funny things that have happened to me, or stories that friends have relayed to me and to share them with you so that you can burn calories with belly laughs (yes, this is my attempt to decrease obesity in America). I hope that in writing this blog I will be able to remember where and what God has brought me from, and to experience life with Him anew each day. I hope in reading this blog I can help you take a different perspective on life, and well, laugh a little more!
The title of this blog is inspired by jo-seph (many thanks).
Some biblical background for my blog:
Ecclesisates 3 talks about how there is a time for every activity under the sun, and my focus will be on "a time to laugh".
Zephaniah 3:17 says, "The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing." I believe that God has a sense of humor and does that great delight in us. Every time I do something funny stupid, I don't get mad at myself; I just think, "I must have made God laugh just now...."
Some "scientific" background for my blog (in quotes because I do not really know how vaild it is..):
Laughter triggers healthy physical changes in the body (see, i told you, belly laugh...) and strengthen your immune system (it is true, i haven't been sick for YEARS), boost your energy, diminish pain, and protect you from the damaging effects of stress.
Okay, enough talk....who wants to laugh? (This might actually prove harder to live up to than I originally thought!) I will start out with a story that might show you a little where I get my craziness from!
Riding with my Grandpa
Back in the day, in the busy streets of a little town called Sibu in East Malaysia, my grandfather was driving his little moped with my grandmother on the back. They stopped at a gas station to fill up where my grandmother dismounted. After he grandpa was done, he got back on the bike and drove home. When he arrived, he asked my grandmother to get off and open the gate....several times, and was quite frustrated when she wouldn't. He finally turned around to yell at her only to find that she was not on the bike at all! His first reaction was panic thinking, "Did she fall off???". He drove back to the gas station to find her waiting there. Yes, she had never gotten back on the bike!
Seriously, the funniest part of this story is how on earth do you realize that your wife did NOT get back on the moped, drove all the way home and yelled at her when she did not open the gate? But an equally funny part is that I was driving back late one night from Charlotte and did something similar. There were four people in the car, and we dropped one of the girls off at her house. I backed out and started driving off, and my brother starts laughing/yelling at me, telling me I forgot Debbie. I thought he was just being stupid, so I kept driving. Little did I know, Debbie had gotten out of the car to say goodbye to the one friend, but I never heard her door. I looked back to see her waiting with a confused expression on her face in the drive way. I must be my grandfather's granddaughter afterall.
