I'm laughing my way through the semester

I will be blogging about my sense of humor. It’s a good topic and there is much in my life that will definitely be good fodder.

I have a dry sense of humor and, fortunately or unfortunately, it’s genetic. My mother’s side of the family is loud and laughs at just about anything. Unfortunately, they laugh just as much to the funny stuff as they do the malicious stuff. I really that. I was a very sensitive kid and I didn’t need the added pressure of performing well in front of my mother’s family when I could barely walk across the room without tripping on something, mostly my feet. My father’s side makes much the same jokes and comments, but it’s never meant to hurt just because the opportunity arose. I like that side of the family better.

So I’m stuck with this sense of humor and I try to use it as much as possible without hurting anyone on purpose. I do this by observation and then making low key comments. For example, my mother once went to Maine with two of her sisters-in-law, Virginia and Loraine, and Cousin Doris to visit with a third in-law, Janet. The “girls,” none of them less than 60, spent time doing Maine-like stuff. One of their outings was to pick blueberries.

In Maine, the bushes are low to the ground, looking more like moss than bushes. One of those cranberry commercials that touts the greatness of blueberries and the pitchmen are in a blueberry orchard, they ain’t in Maine. In order to pick blueberries in Maine, you have to bend low to the ground and use a tissue-sized box to sweep the blueberries into it. There is no standing up and picking them one by one.

Anyway, while the “girls” were picking their blueberries, Mom took a picture of the four other ladies as they bent over to scoop. When I saw the picture, I pointed at each butt pointed toward the camera and said, “That’s Virginia, Loraine, Janet, which makes that Doris.” I am not kidding you. You could tell by their who was who. I didn’t have to say anything more about the picture because my mother just shook her head, although she was agreeing with me.

And that’s just the Stimer side.

Well, that's just one example of what I can write about. If you have any special requests, I just might have a story to cover that topic.