The Inappropriate Laugher

The above photo was snapped a few years ago when we tagged along on one my dad’s work trips to Canada. It was October and rained everyday. This led my mom to scream, “YEAH CANADA! WOOHOO!” every time we took a picture. This shot was taken the first time she did it and I couldn’t hold back the laughter. I get the giggles every time I look at those pictures.

I have the type of face that can reveal every emotion I’m feeling. It’s an open book. When I’m annoyed or upset or disgusted or in pain or delighted, you can tell. This means I can’t hide anything. It also means that my face and body constantly betray me…typically when I laugh at completely inappropriate times.

I am an awkward laugher. I laugh when people get hurt. I laugh at serious situations. I laugh when it’s okay to laugh, but people tend to notice when you laugh at the wrong time. I can’t seem to help myself. It doesn’t matter what I do. This is not a trait I’m proud of, as you will see below.

As a new teacher, you learn a lot about your personality. I learned that even when students are being completely inappropriate and I feel annoyed, I also feel a laugh close to breaking free. I once walked over to a group of students who were up to no good in my class, trying to be tough and tell them to get to work. Of course when I did that, one looked at me and said, “Miss. You crack me up. I know there’s a little smile trying to break free right now.” That is of course when the smile and laugh did come out and I realized that this was going to be a problem.

Not too long after this incident, I sat in a class of my own, as a student. My professor went to sit on his chair and completely fell off. Every one in the class was voicing their concern, “Are you okay? What happened?” I broke down in the back of the room in hysterics. I shook with laughter. Of course in the back of my mind I was thinking I hope he’s okay, but the other part of my brain thought it was hilarious. My friend turned to me and said, “Don’t laugh.” It made it worse. I actually said, “Don’t look at me! It makes it worse!” I bit my finger, but nothing helped. Five minutes after the incident, you could still find me breaking into little fits.

And this brings me to the worst place to laugh. Church. Thank goodness I didn’t go to Catholic school. I can’t imagine the kind of scars I would have. Last Sunday I was sitting in church when a gentleman got up to speak. He literally gave a synopsis of “The Ten Commandments,” the movie. When he first started my face probably looked confused. Five minutes into the reenactment, I was shaking with laughter. Actually shaking. I couldn’t think what to do! I’m sure people were looking at me and thinking I was terrible, but I couldn’t help it. It was horrible.

Anyway. Next time you see me, it will probably be when I’m laughing at someone falling. Just don’t look me in the eye and it will pass…until I recall it at the gym and break into silent giggles again.

Yours truly,
The Inappropriate Laugher

Gym Strangeness

I go to the gym for three reasons. One: To keep in shape. Two: One hour to myself. Three: The people watching. It is a place where I can listen to my Glee soundtrack without judgment. It is a place where I can pretend to be watching TV, but really be listening to the woman next to me converse on a cell phone…while running.

There are things about the gym that I don’t enjoy. I hate when there are 20 empty treadmills and a person chooses the one right next to me. Personally, I think the gym is like a movie theater…LEAVE A SEAT IN BETWEEN…unless there are no options. I’ve heard people have the same issues with public restrooms. I try not to use disease infested public restrooms, but I’m sure I would concur. I don’t like when middle-aged men talk to me. For example, the man that greeted me with, “Go get em’ tiger.” WHAT WAS THAT? I had my headphones on. Isn’t that the international sign for don’t speak to me? Creepy.

Anyway. I thought I would share the top 5 strangest things I’ve seen recently.

5. Coke being sold in the vendi machine. Aren’t we all here in an effort to get away from sugary beverages?

4. A woman in the hot tube reading Harry Potter. I can’t judge her too harshly. I’d bring a book so I didn’t have to chat with people in there, too.

3. Man. Parking Lot. Car. Sleeping. Legs out the window. I think, perhaps he misunderstood the purpose of the gym.

2. A girl sitting on a pile of weights reading US Weekly. I get it. Those subscriptions are expensive.

1. The guy that chose the treadmill right next to me running backwards at 8 mph. Sir, I’m going to have to insist that you choose a different treadmill next time. It will be just my luck that you fly off and hit the stair master behind you. I don’t know that I want to get involved in that sure to be drama.

The above picture is of my brother Ryan. I searched and searched for a picture of me in workout gear…thankfully I couldn’t find one. Nice sweatband. Nice sweatband.

Confessions of a Book Thief

What I’m about to reveal is embarrassing…maybe even shameful. I can’t keep is a secret any longer, mostly because I think the girl at Barnes & Noble is onto me!

I’m sure it’s just me, but sometimes I’m ashamed of the books that I read. Some of them are just so ridiculous. I’m the person that will tell you that my favorite book is The Catcher in the Rye, but the worn out binding of my copy of The Notebook would reveal something different. It’s like people who say that The Godfather is their favorite movie, but secretly watch Best in Show over and over (ahem, Nick LeMasters).

I’m not saying that I don’t read quality books, I do. It just seems that on occasion I get sucked into some books, that for lack of a better word, we’ll call trash. When it comes to these books I am embarrassed to buy them at bookstores, so I reserve these purchases for Amazon.com.

However, my latest book…oh…I just can’t bring myself to buy it! When I went to buy it, I had to ask myself, “Would you want people to see this on your bookshelf?” The answer came immediately, NO! NO! NO!

I know you’re wondering what the book is. I’m going to tell you. It’s. Oh. It’s just so embarrassing! It’s, it’s, sigh…It’s Tatum O’Neal’s autobiography. In my defense, my reading it is background research for her reality show. She keeps eluding to her past, but wont give any details! WHAT WAS I TO DO?

Note: I know it’s embarrassing that week after week I watch Tatum & Ryan O’Neal sit through therapy and scream at each other. Seriously though, it’s kind of amazing. Their life is an absolute train wreck…but his dog is adorbs!

So, I wouldn’t buy it at Barnes & Noble or Amazon. I know what you’re thinking…library. I CAN’T HAVE THIS ON MY RECORD! Also, I need to sip on my chai and listen to the melodies of John Mayer while I read.

And so, what have I been doing? When I have time I venture down to Barnes & Noble. I pick up the copy of A Paper Life sitting on the shelf. I sit in a comfortable chair and I read four chapters at a time. It’s horrible. I know it! I think that one of the girls who works there has begun to notice me. That of course means I’m going to need to find a different store to finish the book.

You’re welcome Nick & Robyn LeMasters for the time I’ve put into researching these two people, that we don’t know. I know you love my cliff note version of the book in my emails.

Top LeMasters Quotes...This Week

This week all courtesy of my dad. Thank you, sir!

1. I know all about bull riding. Okay. I've watched it on TV.

2. Oh. That poor guy's name is Bastardo. That would be like having the last name Bitchy.

3. Ha! When I first saw that picture I thought it was Santa, then I realized it was Noah.

4. False. I was not drunk and we did not vandalize the gym. I just went in there and wrote LeMasters 85 on the wall.

5. Mom just told me to go put some thongs on. She means flip flops, right?

TJ Maxx. It's A Love, Hate Relationship

I am all about giving money to charity. I’m a sucker for anything that will help animals. Every time I see those Sarah McLachlan commercials for abused animals…forget about it…I want to empty out my bank account. Or those polar bears stranded on ice? Please!

Due to my inability to turn a blind eye, it will come as no surprise to any one that I find myself supporting the World Wildlife Foundation (WWF). Mostly due to those sad tiger commercials, not because Leonardo DiCaprio is their spokesperson. It just breaks my heart to see those baby tigers running around, not knowing that there are less than 3,200 of them left. Oh, the sadness!

In an attempt to support the tigers I went to Urban Outfitters, where I purchased a WWF panda shirt for $36.00. What do I care? I’m saving a tiger’s life. I of course assume that at least $1.00 of that will go to WWF. And so, I have been rocking out my small, mens, panda t-shirt for weeks.

Imagine my shock and dismay when I got this call from my mom:

Mom: Hey! I got a panda shirt, too.

Me: What? You don’t wear t-shirts?

Mom: Well mine is cuter than yours, it’s a woman’s. I got it a TJ Maxx.

Me: Oh! Wait. Oh. No. You’re about to tell me how much you spent…

Mom: 12 DOLLARS!

Me: I’m going to be sick.

Mom: I know! So anyway, what is this shirt? What does the panda mean?

Me: Oh! This is your Twilight shirt all over again. Why do you buy these things when you don’t know about them?

Mom: Because, Dayna, like the Twilight shirt, I liked the color and I like pandas.

Me: Well, you probably saved the life of a panda today.

Mom: I probably saved two. I got you one, also. Wow, both for less than what you paid.

This is what I get for trying to be generous. I get ripped off. The really awful thing is that the same amount of money probably went to WWF from both purchases. To make matters worse, the 12 dollar ones are definitely much cuter.

TJ Maxx…how is it that I can love and hate you at the same time?

The Childhood Memory of Nick LeMasters

Oh, Nick LeMasters, how your childhood stories slay me. I fell over laughing last night when he started to relive some childhood memories. He recalls these stories with such detail and I love it.

It would seem that Nick LeMasters was destined to become an “Errand Man,” because back in the good old sixties, he was an “Errand Boy.” The following conversation left me absolutely delighted last night.

Dad: You know what I was doing in the 60’s, Dayna? I was mixing drinks for my mom and dad.

Me: SHUT UP! No you weren’t.

Dad: Seriously. I could make a high ball, an old fashion, and martinis by the time I was 12. My dad would say, “Nicky mix me a drink.”

Me: Ohmygosh. This is wonderful! So you were sitting around making old fashions for your parents. So what you’re telling me is you know how to mix a dirty martini.

Dad: I know how to mix any kind of martini. I would make whatever they asked for.

Me: WOW! So were you smoking a cigarette while you did this?

Dad: No. I once found one of my mom’s Pall Mall Reds still burning in an ashtray and took a puff. One puff told me I’d never do that again.

Me: Stop it! This just killing me. What is happening?

Dad: Yeah. I used to buy her those Pall Mall Reds out of a vendi machine. “Nicky, go down and pick me up a pack of cigarettes.”

Me: Stop it. You're making that up.

Dad: False. I would ride my bike (no helmet) down to the gas station and grab a pack out of the machine.

Me: Oh! I can just see you with your white t-shirt (sleeves rolled up), black jeans, and All Stars. What a rebel!

So there you have it. Nick LeMasters…Errand Boy to Errand Man. His secret power…The man whose only drink of choice is Diet Pepsi can apparently mix a very strong martini. Oh, the sixties! What a dangerous and magical time in history.

Disney: Scarring Kids Since 1923

As a young aunt, I feel the need to show my niece and nephews as much fun as possible. That is until the responsibilities of having my own family comes along and I can’t afford it…but right now it’s all the fun, none of the mess. A part of that fun is introducing them to movies.

By movies I mean Disney…not “Children of the Corn” as my coo coo ca choo grandmother thought to be appropriate when my brother was five. THAT’S RIGHT! FIVE! (Note: Not LeMasters’ blood).

Well, the other night we headed over to my brother’s house to watch the kiddos. When we arrived, I was greeted by my nephew who pointed at me and said, “Marrying you!” Apparently this is because I take him to see all the cool, new movies that come out. At least that’s what he told my brother.

I thought it would be a fun night for us all to watch “Bolt.” Who doesn’t love a superhero dog? So I went to Target and picked it up. My niece told me that they had just watched “Bambi” and loved, loved, loved it. I thought…Wow! This will be a nice break from forest fires and dead deer moms.

Boy was I wrong! She hated it. It left her so upset. This of course led her to say to Nana, “Why does Auntie take us to see all these scary movies? In “Cars” they tried to blow up Mater! Why would they do that? Now this movie the dog almost dies!”

I can’t blame her. I mean when I was her age I was banned from watching “The Little Mermaid.” But, really, that crazy octopus lady…who wouldn’t be terrified of that? She was horrible! My mom had to call Disneyland before we went there to see if she was apart of the parades…I have sneaky suspicion that this phone call was faked.

I left feeling like my niece and nephew would be forever scared by these movies. That is until my brother wrote to tell me that my nephew was pouring salt on their dog in order to transform him into a superhero dog.

So…mission accomplished. It is my goal in life to know a superhero dog.