My special WWW guest today is the lovely and talented Melissa Swedoski of Home On Deranged! LOVE her blog name!!! Melissa writes an entertaining family lifestyle blog that has a little bit of everything in the mix. Along with her humorous tales and photos on her site, Melissa also shares family tips, advise, giveaways and reviews. She is a contributing author to the hilarious Mother Of All Meltdowns book and has a featured story in the upcoming Motherhood: May Cause Drowsiness book.
I met Melissa while working on the MOAM book together and was impressed not only with her talented writing skills, but her sweet nature and support of fellow bloggers. I wish I could bottle the energy of this busy writer and mom of two! I'm honored that she let me feature her here today. Please welcome Melissa to Meno Mama's site with lots of comment love. Enjoy!
THE KEY TO A HAPPY MARRIAGE? LAUGH AT EACH OTHER
Lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time considering the state of my marriage, especially as we approach our 10th anniversary this December. I think we’re doing pretty good, even if our bank balance indicates otherwise. But we are for the most part, happy.
So I pondered why. And I’ve decided it’s because we laugh at each other. A lot.
Recently, my bestie of many years was staying for the weekend, and at 2 a.m., we three found ourselves on the back porch, indulging in adult beverages. We spied an armadillo on the porch of the shed. And then my husband commenced a 5 minute Keystone Cops routine in attempting to chase it down.
Luckily (!) our daughters’ practice soccer goal was in the yard. So he scooped it up with that. And if you don’t think I was laughing my ass off the entire time, then you’ve clearly never laughed at your sweaty, panting husband who just got his monthly exercise. Like I have.
But never fear, there’s plenty of laughs at my misfortune. Like the time I did something stupid....it's called skiing. We were on our honeymoon, and went to the Heavenly Ski Resort on the California side of Lake Tahoe. I did something dumb....I put the skis on.
I couldn't walk quite right, which did not bode well for the future. The skis were a bit unwieldy, since I was wearing a down jacket, ski pants and thermal pants, t-shirt and thermal shirt, hat and gloves. Like the little kid from A Christmas Story.
We went to the learning course, and this is where I knew, I had to turn back. There was a pulley thingie (sorry, don't know technical terms) that is on constant rotation. You grab hold at the appropriate interval and it takes you to the top of the training hill. I had trouble hanging onto the pulley thingie.
I had trouble getting started going downhill because for some reason, I couldn't get the momentum to go quite right. Then I'd have to go through the embarrassment of grabbing the pulley thingie again, as the instructor shot me numerous dirty looks.
But then there was more. I could get on the ski lift, just couldn't get off it. The lift slows down just enough that you just glide off on your skis. Uh-huh. One time I fell down, one time I face planted and the seat went over my body, and one time my husband and the lift worker had to pull me out of harm's way.
Then the bunny course, where, unfortunately, there are other people, kind of like Grand Freakin' Central Station. I kid you not, one of the (many) times that I fell, there was a log jam of people behind me, because they couldn't get around me. My ass hurt from so many falls. I was hoping I had lost some of it.
I decided to head back to the resort. Just for good measure, however, I face planted one more time getting off the lift. With a very angry lift operator to help. Try to imagine getting up from a seated position from a moving chair, with 6 foot boards strapped to your feet, in less than a second. Kudos if you can.
That's not the stupidest thing I've ever done for love and marriage. But it's the stupidest thing I've ever done to try and look cool. Ah, the power of laughter.
After a career as a newspaper reporter and editor, Melissa thought she was well-informed on the chaos of everyday life. Then she married a man thirteen years her junior and later became a stay-at-home-mom to two toddler girls. Now she's mumbling through the mayhem of marriage and motherhood in a small Texas town. She's been in a couple of books, and is "Tech Mom" on the Dallas TV show, "The Broadcast." You can keep up with her antics on her blog,Home on Deranged, or find her doing silly stuff on social media at Facebook and Twitter or compiling lists of stuff onPinterest she might one day try.