We have all seen that commercial right, about the Easy Button?  I think it is for Staples or something, you know what I am talking about, right?  Ok, well, did you ever wish for your own Easy Button sometimes when you are working?   I have, many times, let me explain.

Ok, countless times each day, I have a customer that walks in the door with his/her ear to the phone, walks around the store carrying on a conversation, and continues to do so as he/she approaches my register.  The ones who really get on my nerves are the ones who never acknowledge me as a human being, never say one word to me, and never answer anything I might ask them, because they are so involved in their conversation that they do not even realize they have not spoken to me at all during the entire transaction.  Sometimes I wonder if I said something completely inappropriate to them, if they would even notice!!

Well, one day my manager and I were talking about that, and she informed me that her sister, who also works for the same store we do, had a great idea that we really wish someone would invent.  The idea was to create an “Easy Button” for us that could be placed at our feet behind the counter, that the customer would have no idea existed, and that we could simply step on as someone approached our register and INSTANTLY disconnect any phone reception.   Can you imagine the look on the customer’s face when their phone just went completely dead for no reason at all as they stepped up to pay for their purchase?   How great would that be for us?!!  We could actually force that person to look at us, communicate with us, acknowledge us as a human being, and answer the questions we asked them!!

But you know, why stop there?  What if we all had an “Easy Button” that automatically stopped the car engine of the person who pulled out in front of us on the highway, or better yet, what about one that would shock the socks off someone who tried to pick up something in the store they had not paid for and intended to walk out with?  This really does need to be invented, y’all, I promise you.

Anyway, we decided that anyone who is so deeply into their phone conversation that they cannot even speak to us, or acknowledge us, should not expect us to be overly polite or friendly to them either!  So, today, this guy came into the store with his ear to the phone and I watched him as he walked all around the store picking up whatever he needed and never once paused in his conversation with the person on the phone.  I thought, well, when he gets up here to me, he will surely, at least, speak to me……..but he did not.  I smiled and spoke to him, as I do with every customer, and proceeded to bag his items and ask him the standard, “is there anything else I can get for you sir”, to which he did not reply.  He reached into his wallet, never making eye contact with me, never speaking to me, and continuing his conversation.  I bagged his items, placed his receipt in his bag, and told him to “have a good day, sir”.  Never once, did that man say one word to me or even look at me!  I thought to myself, “oh, you just wait, mister, one of these days I will have an “Easy Button”, and you WILL shut down that phone and talk to me!”

I understand that today, in this fast-paced world, everyone has to keep connected in order to stay on top of their job and life, but COME ON FOLKS!  It is customers like the one described above that make me want to keep my cell phone beside my register, pick it up, and have an imaginary conversation the entire time I am waiting on that person.  I bet you half of them would never even notice!!  The other half would probably email my corporate bosses and tell them how rude I was to them.   DUH, when you approach me with the phone in your ear and never once speak to me, is that not YOU being rude to ME?   I think so.   So, in conclusion, I will keep waiting on customers who ignore me, I will keep smiling, and doing my job as best I can, but, I will also continue to wish every day that someone will soon invent the “Cashier’s Easy Button”..   How about you, any ideas as to how an “Easy Button” would help you in your job?

Just another day in the life of a cashier.  Y’all have a good one, ya hear?

By Jan Ballard

Heal Yourself Magazine’s Newest Humor writer.

Glamour Puss. Coined in 1941 at the height of the Silver Screen era, this phrase epitomizes such notables as Joan Crawford, Gene Tierney and Bette Davis.

Unquestionably, their ranks included the drop-dead gorgeous. Yet, most were memorable for a look, a presence, a larger-than-life attitude that transcended beauty. Objective analysis often discloses a surprising lack of perfection of face or form. What made their characters fairly leap off the screen? Why do they linger so hauntingly in our memories?

Glamour, starring such elusive qualities as charm and allure. Illusion played a supporting role, incorporating make-up, hairstyle, costume, accoutrement. Forget letting it all hang out. These babes had it all carefully packed in. And what a package, replete with elegance and mystery. Erle Stanley Gardner of Perry Mason fame opined that a women should dress so as to inspire interest but not to satisfy curiosity.

Alas, you say. You lack a coterie of professionals to turn you out? Not to worry. We can become understudies by reviewing the scripts and reading between the lines.

Opening credits go to our hair.

Coif Up

Has the gilt on our crowning glory become tarnished? From bed head (deliberate tress mess) to dead head (dereliction of ’do), we seem to be running the gamut of lock shock.

Hair is a silent testimony to our self esteem. Unstyled, unruly, unkempt, and the most distressing “un” of all – unwashed, sour, lank locks shout, “I just don’t care.”

A classic example of the power of hair to steal the scene appears in Murder My Sweet. Claire Trevor morphed from doting-wife-with-sophisticated-updo to bad-girl-in-a-pageboy, exuding glamour in the process.

In Laura, Waldo Lydecker, played to perfection by Clifton Webb, became the self-proclaimed mentor of Laura Hunt, gorgeous Gene Tierney. Coupled with initiating her into the world of flattering wearing apparel, he boasted that he “selected a more attractive hair dress for her.” Under his tutelage, her brains and beauty were showcased, catapulting her career into overdrive.

Must we revive the weekly wash-and-set of the ’50s, the hive heads of the ’60s, or the “Gimme a head with hair” extravaganzas characterizing the ’70s? I’ll pass. A good haircut (no self-service here, please), color if vanity dictates or just for fun, cleansing/conditioning when needed (everyday laundering is overkill), and daily arranging will render the tresses a delight.
And no fling-and-swing maneuvers are required to generate publicity. Simply allow the coiffure to sit quietly, and you’ll garner top billing.

Next, a zoom lens on facial focus:  the mouth.

Biff, Bam, Pow, Zowie

Were you expecting the next words to be “Holy hyperbole, Batman?” Nope. These are expletives describing the one-two punch red lipstick delivers to your glamour quotient, in a matter of seconds. A mini-makeover in a tube. Witness the startling caterpillar-to-butterfly metamorphosis of Cher in Moonstruck, due in no small part to painting on a pretty pout.

No need to risk our lives to glamorize, as did the Ancient Egyptian inventors of lipstick, applying mercury-laden poisonous plant dye to their lips. Mattes or glosses, sticks or pencils, creams or stains, options are virtually limitless and hazard-free.

Red arouses feelings of vigor, vitality, strength, passion. Sliding on a silky red lipstick is one of the fastest esteem-boosting, glam-intensive grooming rituals a woman can perform.

So many lip-smacking shades to choose from:  crimson, raspberry, carmine, cerise, scarlet, cherry, ruby, brick, vermillion. Visualize cosmetic brainstorming rooms full of bright corporate-executive types flinging out such fetching epithets as Pepper Pot, Lady Danger, Glam, Rose Gourmand, Berrylicious, or the modest moniker, Rouge. Intriguingly, both discount store bargain bins and high-end boutiques offer red lipstick sporting such cryptic stage names as 312 and M-10.

After the boyish, bare-faced look dictated by fashion in the ’20s, lipstick grew redder during the ’30s. Despite the ebb and flow of Bright vs. Pale Pouts, red lipstick has never really gone out of style.

So pucker up, glide one on, and prepare for rave reviews.

Haute Couture

Apparel in classic movies was an art form. Note the skirt and dress length, the operative word being length, not shorth. Enter a beguiling hat, sometimes playfully angled over one eye (Ingrid Bergman, Casablanca). Pumps or peep toes and hose (not garden equipment, hosiery) completed the ensemble.

Noticeably lacking were sweat suits, baseball caps, sneakers and countless “I just threw something on” items of clothing. Adorning oneself in appealing apparel requires no greater outlay of time than donning rag-bag garb, and pays handsome royalties.

At home, sans man, leading ladies ensconced themselves in finery:  slithery penoirs, silky pajamas, velvety dressing gowns, lacy bed jackets, satiny slippers. They dressed to impress themselves. In Sorry, Wrong Number, Barbara Stanwyck’s alluring sickbed trousseau belied her unfortunate state of health. Ratty robes, scraggly sweats and tattered tees were grist for cleaning rags, not one’s closet. Have budget cuts hit the Wardrobe Department? Consignment shops and thrift stores house a surprising array of loungewear, often ignored, at bit part prices.

In Roberta, a fashion show featured revamped designs. An employee protested to designer Fred Astaire, “But those clothes are from two seasons ago.” His profound retort? “I don’t care. They’re pretty.” Amen.

Role Play

Note the body language, walk and speech of leading ladies. With hands on hips, thumbs were forward, pushing the bosom out, improving carriage while striking a pose. Movements were fluid rather than lumpen. Walks were glides, not clomps. Speech was genteel, avoiding boisterous shrieks and raucous laughter. Now that men have been admonished to explore their softer side, must we relinquish ours?

Loveliness in no way diminished substance, but was a preview of coming attractions. Leading men took them seriously — they’d better. In fact, curb appeal enhances value, beckoning beholders beyond the exterior. Need a script have a grotty cover to validate its worth?

Less than imitable characters still managed to exude femininity. Recall Mary Astor in The Maltese Falcon? Charming, disarming, even while being dragged off to the hoosegow. Mais oui, unabashedly glamorous.

Hose Down

You’re not being sent out to wash the car or water the lawn, but to purchase leg lingerie. After investing hard-earned cash in foundation garments to underpin our clothing, why neglect the expanse of square footage between toe and derrière?

Jet black, misty grey, taupe, sand, mocha, nude. Provocative makeup colors for glam gams. Despite the naked leg-look of recent years, hosiery is making a well-deserved comeback, and is hot. Pantyhose, stockings with garter belts, thigh-highs — avoiding those pubescents known as knee-highs. Can you imagine Barbara Stanwyck in Double Indemnity, slinking down her curved stairway to flirt with Fred MacMurray in peep toes, ankle chain, and knee-highs?

Ginger Rogers’ hosiery was “borrowed” by fellow boardinghouse resident, Gail Patrick in Stage Door. An argument ensued. Snapped Ginger to Gail, “Get your own stockings or go bare-legged,” a threat of impending doom if forced to appear in public with “unhosed” legs.

A mere handful of steps are required to adorn your legs beautifully. Sit down, gather up the hosiery, slipping them slowly, gently, over varnished toenails and moisture-creamed legs. Don a pretty pair of pumps or peep toes. Your public awaits.

The time has arrived to slip into something smooth and slinky. Confiscate the remote. The “Ah, Men” (Bette Davis, All About Eve) will have to get over it. Pop a cork and fill a flute (from the Stemware Department, mon cher, not the orchestra pit). Insert a when-movies-were-really-movies DVD. Class is in session.

Deborah J. Rebolloso (aka Deb Reb) is a native Chicagoan, currently residing in Southern California with Luv, Snuggle Lee Butts, and Kali Ko (husband, cat, and cat, respectively).  Ever resourceful, she shrewdly decided to cash in on her “sassitude” and write humor and satire.  She can be reached at debreb@cox.net.  Her website is www.DebRebollosoHumorMe.com.   Check out her new children’s book, “Fou Fou’s New ‘Do (And A Tutu, Too)” at
www.lsspublishing.com/ChildrensBooks.html.

I love this and just had to put this up on the site because it gave me something to smile about for once

So just sit back, enjoy the show and smile and dance if you can I did!

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Now have fun, push your chair back from your computer, stand up and DANCE!!!

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More “Poochisms”….

• Instead of wasting time dwelling negatively on a person who has “done you wrong”, or thinking of ways to “punish someone”, “get back at them”, whatever, why not instead do something Positive for yourself. In other words, put your attention on You - not them! As they say, “Success is the Best Revenge”…

• I have found that Too many people take life TOO Seriously… Yes, things affecting you can be important. But is it really Serious in the scope of life? Not everything is “the end of the world”…

• Whatever has happened, no matter how embarrassing or harmful in any way, has already happened. You can’t change the past. Let’s face it: it’s always gonna be today…

• I choose to be around “Positive People”. I stay away from “Negative People”! It’s amazing how just 1 negative person can bring 10 positive people down!

From Professor Pooch

Read more about Professor Pooch here

In these tough times as people are faced with job layoffs, financial difficulites, and other stresses sometimes its hard to find inspiration and hope.  Today I was shown that while we are in tough times, there are still people out there who are happy and give to their community.

My husband’s company is closing their doors. While the news wasn’t really something we were not expecting it still was a shock to us when the “reality” hit us. At first we were scared and wondering how we were going to take care of our 3 boys, two who are teenagers you know how much they eat LOL, and my father in law. Food goes out of this house faster than it comes in

But today an angel came to us! My mom called me to tell me that their church Bedford Christian Community was doing a food drive for their community. A huge truck filled with 50,000 pounds of food to be given away to anyone, regardless of income who wanted the food!

Being able to go and have canned goods and more given to us was a light in the dark-A shining beacon of hope at that tunnel of wondering and worrying…

At first I didn’t want to go, because right now there are more people out there that need it. My mom told me that the church wanted to help everyone and that I should go and get at least one box of food.

So I got up this morning, and went….

I drove into the church parking lot surprised to see so many volunteers helping-directing traffic, smiling, happy to see you and welcoming you to the food giveaway.

I felt tears well up in my eyes! So much of our lives is filled with bad news, with people hurting people and here was a group of people who truly cared about their community.  People smiling and wanting to help, there were all ages there-teenagers, senior citizens, people from all walks of life helping. It was freezing cold out and we are expecting 4-6 inches of snow yet there had to have been over 250+ people out there bundled up and smiling!

I will be the first person to say I have not been to church in a very long time, not because I am not spiritual or do not love God. But to be honest because I was afraid to go back after so many years of not going.   I felt like I would be judged because I haven’t been to church in so long, but after today and seeing so much love I will be going back to church and taking my kids with me. I was welcomed with open arms, a smile and genuine love flowing out of everyone I turned to look at….

In these tough times we all need to pull together, help those around us, and forget the negativity that is poured into us day in and day out by the media!

Thank you Bedford Christian Community Church for sharing your love and for being a shining beacon of hope you changed this woman’s perspective on life today! As I am sure you will make a difference in many, many lives today!

-Rebbekah White

You like each other, feel comfortable with each other, trust each other, and can rely on each other - that defines a “true friend”. It always amazes me how so many people brag that they have “so many friends”, when they really mean “acquaintances”. I have found, that if you have only one really great friend, you’re ahead of most people…

by Professor Pooch

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By Deb Rebolloso

I rotated my shoulders. I twitched my head. I stretched my neck. I yanked my collar.

What inspired these strange contortions? A New Wave exercise class? A dance contest for the upper torso? Nothing so exotic, sorry to say.

These gyrations, performed during a rush-hour freeway frolic, were provoked by a neck-gouging blouse label. Observing this jerk-and-flail marathon, fellow drivers undoubtedly assumed I was transporting a swarm of angry bees.

After 40 minutes of woeful writhing, my nuisance saturation point had been reached. Wrenching my hands from the steering wheel at 70 m.p.h. (Not a Closed Course. Do Not Attempt), I yanked the offending scrap of cloth out, leaving four telltale, you-yanked-your-label-out holes. Immediately my day, no, my life, took a turn for the better.

Speaking of scrap, wouldn’t you just love to scrap all feminine frippery that causes pinching, constricting, choking, itching, and the pièce de résistance, pain?

Admit it, Ladies. We’ve been enduring these afflictions since we donned our first bra. Who decreed that decorating the female of the species must involve suffering? And how did we become subjects of this Reign of Pain?

Men wouldn’t put up with such folderol, and they look good, so why do we allow it be foisted upon us?

Irritating embellishments include pinching earrings, choking chokers, binding waistbands, cramping shoes, itchy wool, constricting wigs, scratchy stitchery, and hiking underwear. Wishful thinking aside, it’s naïve to assume that attire will become “broken in.” We’ll be broken long before it will.
This is not a pitch for any form of feminist rebellion, refusal to groom, or license to corner the market on baggy sweats and flip flops.

Sweats generate sweat (thence the name). Flip flops are uncomfortable under the best of circumstances, with the toe-thongy thingy rubbing a blister, as thongs do wherever they happen to be placed.

It’s a call to choose ensembles both becoming and soothing, embracing the conviction that clothing ourselves need not be grievous, harrowing, or dangerous.

I’ve compiled a list of Top Ten Adornment Sooper Dooper Bloopers for your reading pleasure.
1.    Push-Over Bras

A little uplift is, well, uplifting, but those up-and-over-the-top derrick devices masquerading as lingerie strain credulity (and the bodice).

2.    Corsets

A cut above the Push-Over Bra, a corset not only hoists the bosom up, leaving spillage in its wake, but clamps everything from ribcage to hip in a vise-like grip. Perhaps Katie Scarlett O’Hara’s rancor in Gone with the Wind emanated not solely from unrequited love, but also her circulation-strangling corset.

“You leave me breathless” should not apply to our skivvies.

3.    The Tights That Bind

Leg lingerie is making a long-overdue comeback. Those out of the hosiery habit, however, may recollect the luxury of hose, while forgetting its ofttimes waist-to-toe chokehold. Binding legware runs a close second to a cramping corset for triggering “having a miserable day” potential.

4.    Thongs (aka Derrière Floss)

Anyone who’s worn one for more than 2.5 seconds needs no convincing.

5.    B&B Wax

Not Bed & Breakfast floor polish, but bikini and Brazilian waxes. Warm (read, HOT) wax is applied (Yee-ouch!) onto terrain that, if we haven’t taken full leave of our senses, is better left demurely concealed.

Inevitably, all waxing is followed by waning, inflicting further rounds of Yee-ouching while passing through the Catching-On-Your-Undies-Reforestation Phase.

Will the next money-grubbing craze feature hot tar and feathers? And will we, like salmon swimming against the tide, have the strength to resist?

6.    Chokers

The very name inspires visions of villainy.

7.    Wigs

At first glance, a wig may appear to be a Good Hair Idea on a Bad Hair Day.
However, along with inducing heat stroke (unless, of course, worn during Chicago’s six-month winters), and scalp itch (witness the telltale pencil-under-the-wig maneuver), what the uninitiated fail to consider is that the superfluous tresses must remain in place all day. Any attempt to remove the thatch before day end results in a fate worse than Hat Hair:  Mane Mash.

8.    Multitudinous Extraneous Anatomy Apertures

So few can boast that all the holes in their heads (or other regions of their topography) are blessedly God-given. Lip rings, nose bones, and other quirky piercings abound.

Each pelt puncture, like surgery, leaves an imprint on the body ranging from uncomfortable to agonizing. And like diamonds, minus the beauty, scars are forever. Choose wisely.

9.    Strappy Sandals

At the risk of inciting a loud cry of outrage, let me explain. If given a thumbs up from one’s hips, back, and equilibrium, stilettos and platforms elongate the leg, requiring as they do a ladylike (now there’s a quaint word) gait.
The rub arises when footwear boasts a mere one or two angel hair straps. Foot slippage and veerage ensues, pitching the unfortunate victim into klutzy footwork that’s anything but ladylike.

10.    A tie at #10 are skirts that ride up, tops that creep down, wrap dresses that unwrap, and any item of clothing passing itself off as “One Size Fits All” (all what?).

If an item of clothing doesn’t make you look forward to getting dressed in the morning, or cannot be stretched, loosened, hitched, or fixed, scrap it.
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Please stay tuned for next month’s sequel, “Classy Lessons from Classic Movies,” for tips on glamorous adornment, minus vexation and overprice daunt.
Deborah Rebolloso is a native Chicagoan, currently residing in Southern California with LUV, Snuggle Lee Butts, and Kali Ko (husband, cat, and cat, respectively).  Aka Deb Reb, and ever resourceful, she shrewdly decided to cash in on her “sassitude” and write humor and satire.  She can be reached at www.debreb@cox.net.  Or you can visit her site at http://www.DebRebollosoHumorMe.com

Sorry guys but I saw this on a friends profile and I just had to post this little humorous diddy

Dear Tech Support,
Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a distinct Slow down in overall system performance, particularly in the flower and Jewelry applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.

In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as
· Romance 9.5 and
· Personal Attention 6.5, and then installed undesirable programs such as
· NHL 5.0,
· CFL 3.0 and
· Golf Clubs 4.1.

Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and Housecleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system.

· Please note that I have tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail.

What can I do?
Signed,
Desperate.

DEAR DESPERATE,
First, keep in mind,
· Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while
· Husband 1.0 is an operating system.

Please enter command: ithoughtyoulovedme.HTML and try to download Tears 6.2 and do not forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update.

· If that application works as designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewelry 2.0 and Flowers 3.5.

However, remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0 or Beer 6.1.

· Please note that Beer 6. 1 is a very bad program that will download the Farting and Snoring Loudly Beta.

Whatever you do, DO NOT under any circumstances install Mother-In-Law 1.0 (it runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources.
)
In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0 program.These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.

In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly. You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance.
We recommend
· Cooking 3.0 and
· Hot Lingerie 7.7.

Good Luck Babe!
Tech Support

They’re my friends, for pity’s sake, not the 60 Minutes Team. A modest service for six. Why should an event promising an evening of food, fun and frivolity involve an insanity clause?

When planning a dinner party, I invariably begin working myself into a state of emotional spontaneous combustion during the preceding week, resulting in a countdown to panic. Here’s how it works.

First, I spend days preparing food, cleaning behind furniture that hasn’t been moved in years, reorganizing drawers and closets, touch-up painting, as though trying to impress a new housekeeper with how little I need her. Never mind the fact that no guest will be analyzing the state of my laundry room. It must be organized!

Following the home-wide nit picking, Soirée Day arrives with the inevitable husband snit-picking. Luv just isn’t moving quickly enough for me. He’s slower than ketchup through a straw, albeit speedier than a glacier.

I leave a mere three, okay maybe four tops, tiny chores for him to do, such as vacuuming the entire house, rewiring a lamp, grocery shopping for last minute items, cleaning the patio and when does he dig in? Let’s see, what’s the group’s ETA? 7:00 p.m.? Ah, then, a 6:15 p.m. knuckle down seems more than generous. Luv does not do drugs. He has no need for counterfeit stimulation. His highs follow the adrenaline rush visited upon him from such adventures as:

1.nearly missing a connecting flight from Nice, France to Heathrow Airport. After the marathon cross-terminal sprint, throwing tips at anyone who could speak English and/or point, and my near coronary, Luv’s comment? “Wow, that was fun.”

2.repeatedly almost running out of gas on the freeway, miles from exits (did I say “almost?”).

3.exiting the house as guests are entering, arms laden with smelly trash, inviting them to “Make yourselves at home, be right with ya.”

Not I. Here’s my vision:  Table set, food on extra-low simmer, all chores completed an hour early, sipping champagne and lolling on my settee while browsing a glossy periodical.

“Take a pill,” or “Get some counseling,” are Luv’s admonitions when my breathing becomes shallow and my OCD’s running full tilt. “I’ll give you some counseling. How about a pill for “GET A MOVE ON?,” I shriek.

Here’s another of his bright ideas. “Have a couple of glasses of wine and calm down.” If I drank a couple of glasses of wine, I wouldn’t be calm, I’d be calmatose.

Paradoxically, when a Parisian friend unexpectedly appeared on our doorstep for an overnight stay, no reservations were needed. We hugged him, dragged him in, invited him to take a respite on the divan while feverishly running through the house with a spray bottle, spritzing surfaces, then handed him a stack of clean linen and a glass of wine. Total outlay of time:  10 minutes. Voilà. We were three happy campers.

Ahh, at long last it’s 6:58 p.m. Turn on the music, light the candles. We kiss and apologize, calmly, smilingly answer the bell, guests none the wiser.

DISCLAIMER:  NO HUSBANDS WERE HARMED IN THE  MAKING OF THIS COLUMN.

Deborah Rebolloso is a native Chicagoan, currently residing in Southern California with LUV, Snuggle Lee Butts, and Kali Ko (husband, cat, and cat, respectively).  A.k.a. Deb Reb, and ever resourceful, she shrewdly decided to cash in on her “sassitude” and write humor and satire.  She can be reached at debreb@cox.net   Or you can visit her site at http://www.DebRebollosoHumorMe.com

By Jeff Herring

The Never Ending Search for Humor

Humor heals.

That is the bottom line - humor heals.

When we brought our son home, I remember thinking “I’m supposed to take care of this little creature and I can’t even remember to take out my contacts at night!”

During one of the first diaper changes, he did what little boys do and aimed it right at his mom. She put up the palm of her hand to block it and then started pushing back the stream like Superman and the death-ray.

We laughed so hard we cried, and decided we might be able to do this after all.

Look for the humor, no matter how absurd, in any stressful situation.

Remember, if you can laugh about it, you can survive it, and even more!

The Power & Perspective of Detachment

Here’s a little stress buster experiment:

pinch the skin on the back of one hand until it’s mildly uncomfortable (please, don’t draw blood!). Now release it. Pinch it again, only this time pretend you are standing next to or above your self while watching yourself.

Does the pressure diminish or even go away?

In the same way, we can “step outside of” a stressful situation and not only reduce the stress, we can get two other benefits as well:

1. You can get a different perspective, which can then lead to………

2. Creating solutions that may not have previously occurred to you.

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