Now That's Funny

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Jocose: (jo-cose) adjective: Characterized by jokes and good humor. The Barefoot Hippie household's dinners are too often jocose affairs.
Origin: 1673, from Latin jocosus "full of jesting, joking" from jocus "pastime, sport". Implies ponderous humor.
My kids are going to love this one. Seriously. (or not)
Not a day goes by that I don't hear at least once, "Mom, you wanna hear a joke I just made up?" Then follows a recital of corny jokes. Very few are very funny. But, I am growing a house full of comedians. This is such a major part of our life, that at last year's church campout, the Hippie kids did a comedy show for home talent night. Here is part of their amazing repertoire.
-What is the definition of a farmer? Someone who is outstanding in his field.
-What do you call a pig who does karate? A pork chop.
-Where does a fish keep his money? In the riverbank. (this is a hippie off-spring original)
And my current favorite...
-What did the green grape say to the purple grape? "Breathe, breathe."

Jolly Jokers

I think everyone needs some jocose portions to their week, if not day. If you are lacking some jocosity, the old time television shows are a great way to supplement your lack. Our family favorites are Hogan's Heroes, I Love Lucy, and The Dick VanDyk Show. All are great for a good belly laugh. And you must not be afraid to laugh out loud. LOL!
I love laughing out loud. I can go to a movie or sit and watch a show by myself, and I will laugh and laugh.
Here is an love/hate, humorous/frustrating situation in my life these days...
I love my mornings. I am a morning person. I love the crisp quietness. I love having my morning coffee with Mr. Hippie. I love my morning time with God. I love my morning workouts that start the day on the right foot.
I even enjoy it when occasionally my morning quiet is interrupted by a child who needs a snuggle.

What I do not enjoy is every morning being disturbed by the same child. Because it is light at 6:00 in the morning, and she thinks it is time to get up.
Picture this...Saturday morning, 5:45, Meres wakes up. I decide to nurse her at that point in time because I wanted to do it anyhow before we ran our race. This way it would be done, and done before I was trying to get ready and out the door for the race. Well, Meres inevitably falls back asleep, and then this other child of mine wakes up all bright and cheery at 6:15, and decides it is time for everyone to get up. Consequently she woke her sister up again, which did not make me jocose. As this followed a few other early mornings, I decided to be proactive and give LC my old alarm clock. I very carefully explained to her that the small hand must be between the 7 and 8 before she was allowed to get out of bed. All was copacetic...until the next morning.
Sunday morning, at 7:15, I hear LC bawling because "her alarm didn't go off." Are you kidding me? Well, see, she had gotten her dad to set her alarm for 8:30, so of course it hadn't gone off.

Monday morning...she is awake at 6-something, because somehow her clock got fast forwarded by an hour. So, the hands were in the correct place, only the time was incorrect.
Tuesday morning, at 3:15(!!!), LC is bawling. Bawling-at 3:15! "Because she had forgotten to turn her alarm on!" Are you kidding me? How could such a good idea go SO wrong? She was inconsolable, and ended up in bed with us. She slept until 8:30.
And the saga continues...

lots of personality-too much for me at 6:15

 Wednesday morning (i.e. today), I hear her alarm going off. At 7:25. It starts off with a beeping that gets faster and faster, and more annoying as time goes on. I think it is supposed to be so annoying it will wake you up and get you out of bed. None the less, LC is in bed, with her alarm on her pillow, going off right next to her head. I can hear in down here. She is oblivious. Mr. Hippie went and turned it off after over a minute, and she didn't even budge. Sigh.
All I can say is, "if I didn't laugh about it, I'd be crying-or she'd be dead."
I hope that added to your day's jocosity.=)