Fun Friday - Fall into Fun

 

The red rubber ball bounced across the gritty playground and slid over home plate. It was game on in a kickball battle of talent and teamwork. As my son kicked the ball it sailed between first and second base and landed in the outfield. He sprinted past first, second, then third base. Home run!

Aaah, the joys of summer…outdoor games, dipping your feet in a swimming pool, and licking an ice cream cone as it melts down your knuckles. Just because summer is drifting to an end does not mean fun has to cease. No need to fret, pout, or stump your feet, joy in on the way in the next season.

I got a little anxious at the beginning of July when I walked in a store and saw shelves filled with notebooks, backpacks, highlighters and ink pens. My eyes screamed, “nooo, not yet. Where has summer gone?” After the initial shock, I came to grips with the changing of seasons.

Since it is back to school time, I decided to go back to school too, and I convinced my son to take this adventure with me. We have signed up for a class…a comedy class. He has said to me on multiple occasions, ”Ma you get all your material from us.” Now that he can mimic all my jokes, he’ll have a chance to create his own.

I plan to “fall into fun” by letting my sense of humor guide me. As a comedian, ideas can come from anywhere. The majority of my jokes or stories come from everyday life, and it’s usually from something crazy, weird or outlandish that happens.

I keep a humor journal or notebook to jot down ideas that I may want to later develop into jokes. The first time I write a joke, it is never considered finished. The joke may need to be shortened, words switched around and practiced out loud at an open mic.

Here’s an excerpt from one of my humor notebooks from a few years ago:

Move Out Day

Talking on the phone with my youngest son, he’s  21, almost done with college. We set his move out date. The day he’ll move out of my house. He told me in his man voice, “when I move out, I’m NEVER coming back.”

 “Okay, that’s called growing up.”

I asked him, “Why are you in such a hurry to be an adult? Let’s practice first. I’ll put your name on the water bill, the electric bill and let you pay one month on the mortgage. Oh yeah and don’t buy a house that has grass. Lord knows you don’t like to cut the grass.”

“Remember that time you cut the front yard and told me you didn’t cut the back because no one would see it.”

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When I reminded my son about the story above, all he could do was chuckle.

What’s new for you on the horizon for this fall? Make it something fun.