What makes me laugh?

What makes me laugh? I would have to say Bill Cosby makes me laugh. The best part is that he can make you laugh and he can do it without using one dirty word. Bill Cosby has to be one of the funniest comedians in the world today. I would actually compare him to Red Skelton and he is probably the greatest of them all. They can make anyone laugh with some of the funniest stories and jokes you will ever hear. These jokes are so clean you wouldn’t have to be embarrassed for your great grandmother to hear them and she would laugh along with you. Both of these comedians can bring me to tears without using words, all they have to do is make a funny face and have you rolling on the floor. In fact, one of the main segments in the Red Skelton show was pantomime. Never was one word spoken the entire skit was facial expression and body gestures and you could literally wet your pants. That is what makes me laugh and Red Skelton was my Dad’s favorite so I know it was funny.

What would you do if you were the teacher and everyone forgot his homework?

What would you do if you were the teacher and everyone forgot his homework? This is a tough question to answer. The first thing I would do is start asking everyone what was his or her excuse. I am sure I would hear some unbelievable tales some probably true and most of them probably fabricated. Then I would have to take each case and make the determination of whether that was a good enough reason to come to class without your homework. I have a feeling there wouldn’t be many students with a good enough reason, unless maybe we were in the middle of a hurricane and had lost power for a couple of days. Possibly if there had been a snowstorm that kept everyone at home under the covers to keep from freezing. I believe my final decision would be that since everyone was in the same boat I would have to give them all an extra day to make it up and take off 10 points for being late. Of course if this happened again they would all get a big zero.

If I could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

If I could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? Of course, there is no place like home as “Dorothy” would say, but since this is imaginary, I can pick another place. I would love to live in Europe preferably England. I would love to be able to travel and see many different places and most of the countries in Europe are close enough to do just that. It would be amazing to take long weekend trips and stay in Bed and Breakfasts. There is so much history all over Europe that the learning would be endless. As children, we were taught about places like Buckingham Palace, The Vatican, The Eifel Tower and so many other historic landmarks that, the thought of living there is very exciting. Therefore, I have decided that Europe is the place for me. I will be having tea with the Queen before long.

What is something that really makes me angry?

What is something that really makes me angry? I would have to say it’s a know it all. I’m sure we have all known a few of those in our time. The person that no matter where you have been they have already been there. Someone that no matter what you are talking about they can find their way into your conversation and tell you a little something about what you are saying. It’s always funny, or not, that whatever the subject is a know it all will have something to say. I find this behavior very rude and it really makes me angry. I have a roommate with this exact behavior issue. I entertain friends on occasion, and every time my best friend is in my home, it’s a guarantee that my roommate will show this side. Sometimes I have to step in to calm the situation. I have brought this bad behavior to my roommate’s attention many times, and it doesn’t seem to help. I guess the old saying that bad habits are hard to break is true.

What would I do differently if I could go back to High School?

What would I do differently if I could go back to High School? If I had a chance to do it all over again things would be different this time around. I would be more active in many different types of school activities. I would definitely try out for the girl’s basketball team since I am close to six feet tall I believe I would have done well. Getting over shyness at a younger age would have helped me to be more assertive, but that took a while to happen. I know I would join some organizations that work to help the needy and less fortunate. I would join the band and learn to play instruments like the clarinet that sounds so beautiful. Studying and making better grades would be at the very top of the things I would do different this time around. I would work very hard to get a scholarship and go to college directly after graduation. This time I would go to nursing school, which was in my original plans, and be the best nurse I could be.

What was my best birthday gift of all?

What is the best birthday gift I ever had? This was the year of my greatest birthday present and it didn’t cost a dime. My daughter came back home after being gone for three years and with her came my two week old grandson Gavin. What a joy it is to have her back home. My daughter is married to a young man in the Navy and stationed in Charleston, South Carolina for the past three years. It was hard on all of us having her gone but coming home makes everything right. What could make a better gift than being blessed with a new little grandson and having them move here on my Birthday? This was the perfect gift. I couldn’t have received one any better and I will be enjoying this one for many years to come.

What am I afraid of?

What am I afraid of? Well I have a couple of things that really scare me. One of them is heights. I have had a fear of heights since I was a very small child. Any time I am driving in my car up a mountain I have a fear of falling off the side. I know that isn’t going to happen because I am not that close to the edge but it’s a fear anyway. I went to skyline drive a few years ago and just getting out of the car and standing on solid ground made me dizzy because of the elevation. My other big fear is being in a tight spot like a closet or an MRI machine. I feel like I can’t breathe and I start to hyperventilate. It’s really a scary feeling and something that I can’t control. When I went for my first MRI, the nurse had to pull me out as quickly as she got me in. I starting kicking and screaming like a two year old that lost their sucker. At fifty, it wasn’t a pretty sight to see. Thank goodness for the open MRI machine.