No Sense of Humor

Have you ever been accused of not having a sense of humor? Around here we tend to be a little serious. I admit it is on the extreme end. I think it is worry of messing up our children or not laughing at our own mistakes. We just don't laugh too often. Mostly it is me.

 Partly it is being married to a scientist who when we married didn't get sarcasm.

Here is my example. J A, my Sweetheart's buddy, came to town for a weekend visit when we lived in Pennsylvania. J A was doing an internship in New Jersey. As I was leaving for work, Sweetheart asked me what they should do that day. (See we were still newly weds.) I said off handed, "Tear out the kitchen floor and lay down some new flooring." I wasn't serious. Who in their right mind would ask their friend to do a remodel job during their vacation? Well......Sweetheart did.

Sweetheart went to the kitchen and pulled up half the flooring in one lift of the linoleum. The floor was practically done. Right....... 

I had gone to a training an hour away. I get a call on the phone during a break. "Hi Honey. Could you come down to Lowe's and pick out a new flooring. The other color isn't available any more." I sat in silence. "What???" "I tore out the floor and am ready to put down the new one. I just need you to come and pick out the new floor." "Whaaat?" Here is the classic line though. "That's what you asked me to do today." "I was kidding. You know sarcasm. I thought you'd go play games or Frisbee or something. Is J A okay with it?" Dumb question on my part. He must have been, or they wouldn't have been at Lowe's. "I still need you to pick out a color so I can fix the floor. The linoleum is in the dumpster." So needless to say we got a new floor. And the floor didn't go in as fast as the linoleum came out. 

The floor turned out beautiful! J A and Randy came to his rescue and helped him finish the floor. They are true friends that gave Sweetheart a little razing but are true friends. 

Sweetheart is a dream. He is wonderful! He is better with sarcasm. 

So why do I bring up having no sense of humor? We went to a family reunion. My Auntie said something to me. I mumbled something back. She asked in amazement, "Don't you have a sense of humor?" I answered back deadpanned as can be, "I guess not." Then there was an awkward silence. Her question got me thinking. I don't have the sense of humor I once did. I don't joke or layer my meanings with sarcasm or hints of something just a little off. I've guarded myself and am so painfully serious that my temper flares instead of my laughter. 

So how do I change that? Where is the first step? Recognition, I'm sure says the counselor part of me. Okay I've recognized there is a problem. I need to be different. Being different is more than just doing something different. Being is a change of heart that changes my mannerisms. God will help me in being different. He will whisper to my heart peace for me to experience being still and knowing He is and is helping me.

My goal is to be observant about good and to write it down. Like right now my boys are playing with the globe balloons we got from the library reading program. They ask me to watch them bounce, chase, and bonk each other and then they laugh. A real genuine laugh.

And maybe I should mention that the floor in the kitchen at our new house could be pulled up.....I wonder when J A is coming for a visit again.