Complete Randomness

Do you have those moments where you just say something and it makes absolute no sense at all? I mean, it might make sense to you at times but not to the person you're speaking with.

I have those moments quite often. It's like I'm between reality and a dream. My dream makes perfect sense and then when I'm coming back to the real word, sometimes a piece of that magical land comes with me.
Then when all reality hits you, the room is quite. Everyone's staring at you.
Then KABOOM!!! And avalanche of laughter comes rollin' in! Oh! And you can't forget the pointing of fingers. No sir!

As I was saying, this is a usually a daily occurrence for me.

For example - I was on a work trip with my boss Jeff and my coworker Kara. On our lunch break, Jeff begins to pray over our food. As He was praying, I was thinking how thankful I was for him and for his prayer over our meal.
He said Amen... then Kara said Amen... then I said - Thank You. I didn't even wait for them to laugh; I immediately threw myself back in my chair and began laughing so hard I was crying.
For the rest of the day, we said Amen for Thank You and Thank You for Amen.


Also, as my friend once stated - I have hearing dyslexia. Somebody says something and I hear another.

My mother and I were discussing the Broadway play we had seen. I was trying to remember if David Hyde Pierce had won an award for his roll in Monty Python or if he had just been nominated.
My mother responded with, "Fratoni's?"

I said, "What?"

"Fratoni's?"

"What?"

"FOR TONY's!? Are you talking about the Tony awards?!"

Again, I immediately began to laugh. I explained to her what I had heard. I said, "I thought were were talking about some Italian family. I saw that Taxi in front of us and thought it was a Pizza delivery car. I didn't know what the heck you were talking about!"

My mom started cracking up the moment I mentioned "Italian Family."

Good times, the Faughtsters have.

Emma and the Firecracker

There are too many words to describe my cousin Emma. She's 9 years-old and already very passionate, sweet, funny, dramatic, and most of all... loving. Today my story is about her.

Emma came bolting down the hall has she always does and ran straight into my arms. We both squeezed tight and then just immediately threw herself away from me.

"Reagan! I have something to tell you!", she said. "A firecracker blew up in my ear!"

I gasped and my eyes grew to the size of baseballs. I inspected her ear and saw the back was black and red from the burns.

My sister, sitting beside me, grabbed my arm and said, "Now Emma, tell Reagan what you were doing when the firecracker exploded."

"Well," Emma said with a huge grin on her face. "Logan told me he was lighting the firecrackers in the ground. Papa John said that was the only way he could play with them - if he lit them in the ground and then ran away. I told Logan that I didn't have to do that because I was better than him. I could light the firecracker and throw it. As I told Logan I was better than him, I raised my arm as far back as I could and threw the black cat. It hit the back of my ear and exploded!"

Emma speaks rather loudly and is so animated about everything. So by this time, she had attracted a crowd. Someone mentioned, "Well, pride comes before the fall, Emma." All of us started chuckling including Emma. She's always going for the laugh factor.

She said the first words out of her mouth after the pop was, "I'm sorry, Logan! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" My Aunt was so proud of her for immediately recognizing her fault.

Emma is such a storyteller. I only wish you could have seen her telling this story herself. She can tell it better than I can write it.

A New Approach

I'm always laughing.

And when there isn't anything to laugh about at a particular moment, then I'll think of something or some story to evoke at least a smile on my face.

Laughter is the absolute best medicine. If if anyone wants to debate me on this topic, go ahead. But I'm sticking to this belief and nothing nor no one can change my mind.

So my new approach to my blog is by only posting stories and the little anecdotes that occur throughout the day or come to mind. Some may be simple and stupid, but if they make me laugh, I want to remember them always. I forget everything, and I've been saying forever that I should write all this silly nonsense down that I might remember.

Drum roll please for the first story of this sorry little blog....

I entered the laughing world at a young age. However, I was usually the one being laughed at. And the one laughing was my brother. Remember those candy containers with the small scoops at the super markets? You fill your bag with candy and then weigh it at the check out? Well, I used to think the candy was free, so my sister and I would just grab a hand full and munch down as we followed our mother throughout the grocery store.
Mom finally caught us digging into the containers and instructed us never to eat the candy again. It had to be paid for. Leaving candy out there for the taking is just too much temptation for a four-year-old. My mother's instructions could not be withheld! I shoved the candy in my pockets and has we were about to leave, I sprinted towards the sliding doors. I ran as fast as I could and almost made it to freedom. That's right I said "almost." As I was running towards to the great outdoors, I tripped over my own feet and fell to the floor. Saltwater taffy flew out of my pockets and covered the grocery store tiles.
I immediately began to cry and my brother immediately began to laugh... hysterically. My mother however, was trying NOT to laugh and told me I had to pick every piece up and apologize to the cashier (who was also trying not to laugh.) She kept her head down and tried not to look at me as I handed her the candy. I was absolutely humiliated.
Life would never be the same again.