looking back, it’s really funny

ffI wrote the following in October of 2007:

I was just picking up the living room … milky pillows and blankies, the dog’s stringy toy, three shoes without a match, and a handful of Cheerios I fingered from the cushions and floor. An interesting segment of Sesame Street came on. I stood to watch, briefly came to, and caught myself having eaten the last Cheerio.

Please pray that this baby comes out soon before I go outside and catch myself eating dirt. It could happen!

I don’t know how to be more dramatic than to say that carrying another human being inside my body is hard. I mean, the deep-down part of my heart is already so close to the surface that you can see my spirit veins pulsing when I feel an emotion. Just ask my kids.

So giggling at myself about the cheerio memory, I also remembered another story from this same stage of life, pregnant and mothering a 1 year old and a 2 year old. I was so emotional and quacky for some Jesus that on another day, I heard a song, a Gospel song, and I stood and awed at God. I promise I worshipped Jesus straight hard core in the Living Room with my kids just jaw-dropped with concern. I was sopping in a puddle of worshipful tears. Want to know what had moved me so?

So are you like serious laughing at me? I don’t know why I did that, but I do really love her voice. 

Do you have one of those stories where you lost it for seemingly no reason? You know, just to make me feel better?


Leave a link in the comments to your funny post for the week. Spread the laughter or at least a grin, and tell us about your funniest memories, old or new. Use the button in the sidebar or link back to this post to spread the love. Come back and check out the other links, too. I’ll add your links within the post to make it easier for others to find you. From now on, I’m calling this a contest. The funniest story gets a LINK SPOTLIGHT at the end of the day. Thank you for laughing with me.


This Restless Heart with Piper Strikes Again

Emerging Mummy with In Which I am Bested with a Crow

Mylestones with Mom School

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Little Bits of Life with a Really Good Reason to Never Laugh Again

The Busy Nothings with Friday Funnies

Love Well with Week 12

Brooke McGothlin with Things No One Told Me


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mandie segura
Reply August 27, 2009

You are so funny and random! I love your quirkiness! :) Thanks for being yourself and so open. It's fun.

Boy Crazy
Reply August 27, 2009

Amber, I am totally laughing at you, but only because I totally get it. The pregnancy hormones do crazy things to us. ;) And? I don't know how you made it through with all those baby boys so close together! (Mine are all 2 and 1/2 years apart.) You're inspiring.

I'll have to get back to you with a funny story...I've been mostly contemplative lately and not quite as funny as I could be. I'll see what I can dig up.

Reply August 28, 2009

Your post title - looking back, it's really funny. Now that the mess is cleaned up, and she's slept through the night, yesterday morning is really funny. Oh sigh. I wanted to hold that grudge...

You crack me up, Amber.

Reply August 28, 2009

HA!!! I have those moments, usually in my car. I never tell anyone. ;)

Reply August 28, 2009

You're so cute.
Pregnancy hormones can really wreak havoc with a body, can't they?

Aunt Pam
Reply August 28, 2009

Amber...i just think it is hereditary!!! :-) I do the same thing! ...and have done it all my life and one more thing! It doesn't get any better!!...just laugh and make it fun! Then of course, you’ll have plenty of material to share on Friday Funnies! :-)

I remember you watching Sesame Street when you were little! They are the best!!

Love & Hugs!

Reply August 28, 2009

I am totally laughing at you. My Friday funny for this week would be about you. Just so you know. I think I might go post it. :)

    Reply August 28, 2009

    You have to! That was a very funny moment!

Reply August 28, 2009

Love your cherrio story... how cute!

Thank you for your kinds words on my (in)courage interview today. It is such a blessing to be a part of something so wonderful!!

Reply August 28, 2009

Oh so glad I'm not alone! I used to get hit by a holy moment (still do) and I'd have to pull the car over, or stand still in the middle of the kitchen with pots boiling over, or in some other way completely freak out my children. I guess God knows when our fuel guage reads "empty" even when we don't.

This made me laugh out loud! Thanks. And happy weekend to you!

Cassandra Frear
Reply August 28, 2009

I am a walker. When I walk, I talk with God. I have long rambling conversations with him in which I tell him every little detail about a topic -- which, I know, not another living soul would want to hear. But because he is my Heavenly Father and loves me so, I know I can really bend his ear as much I want. Sometimes, I "hear" a thought back, addressed directly to me, which I know is his response. Sometimes I argue back. Sometimes I get really worked up.

During a particularly hard period of my life, and on a very long walk. I got into a deep discussion with the Lord. I was arguing with him. I had been for some time talking in a loud voice and gesturing dramatically to the air in front of me, when I noticed out of the corner of my eye, people standing on the sidewalk across the street, watching me with shocked expressions like -- you know, I was dangerous.

We lived in a small town, where my husband was the editor of the newspaper. Need I say more?

Sarah Bessey
Reply August 28, 2009

I'll play! Ah, the perils of avoiding the gym....


Reply August 28, 2009

I have to tell you that hearing Andrea Boccelli sing a lullaby to Elmo on Sesame Street has reduced me to tears, and I am pretty darn sure I was not even pregnant. Just moved by the majesty of God's gifting!

Reply August 28, 2009

This is the most funny I could muster for the week, courtesy of Caed and his wild (and sometimes brilliant) ideas:

And girl, I could make you feel 100% less crazy if I told you a few of my hormonal melt downs. Maybe I'll drum up a memory or two to share for next Friday.

Reply August 28, 2009

Trust me when I say I know that feeling.


Reply August 28, 2009


Kelly @ Love Well
Reply August 28, 2009

Ok, I'm digging this one out of the archives, but ONLY because you asked for pregnancy-enhanced mood moments.

This post shares the time I bawled at ... well, see for yourself. My husband STILL teases me about it to this day, and it happened almost 9 years ago.


You make me smile, Amber. I would write my own Friday Funny, but we're on vacation right now, and my husband has this funny thing about me spending our family time in front of the computer.

Emily M
Reply August 28, 2009

My husband and I were on our honeymoon in Europe (sounds grand, but it SO wasn't: a relative gave us a ton of air miles as a wedding gift, and I worked a second job my last year of college so that we would have enough to stay in hostels and eat bread and Nutella for a week), and it was the day we were supposed to fly home. We were broke, as in hopping-the-turnstile-in-the-Paris-Metro-broke, we had received word that my brother-in-law had been rushed to the hospital (he turned out to be fine, but we didn't know that at the time), and we were worried and worn out and generally out of sorts.

So OF COURSE there was a problem with our flight. We had tried to fly stand-by the night before, didn't make it on, but were assured all we needed to do was show up on time the next morning for our original flight. We did . . . along with the 75 other people the airline had overbooked on the same flight. We waited in line, finally made it up to the counter, and the woman said she was sorry, we would have to try for the next one.

We didn't have money to eat in the airport. We didn't have money for a place to stay if we didn't make it on to the next flight. I looked at my precious newborn of a husband, and I started blubbering and hiccuping and almost melted into a puddle right there on the floor. I hardly ever cry, never in situations like that, but there I was, a weepy mess. My husband hissed at me to get it together, and turned to apologize to the lady at the airline desk--just as she handed him two business-class tickets for the plane that was now boarding. I'm not sure if she was moved with compassion or just felt uncomfortable with such an American outburst of emotion, but she wanted me out of there, fast.

My husband looked at me a few hours later from his comfortable armchair with a private television screen after eating probably the best meal we'd had in a week and said, "Honey, you cry whenever you want."

    Reply August 28, 2009

    Emily, THIS is awesome. Well done.

Brooke McGlothlin
Reply August 28, 2009

Things no one told me...


Sara Sophia
Reply August 29, 2009

I think I love you.
You and your crumby Cheerio eating ways.

Happy Shabbat:)

<3 Sara

Cassandra Frear
Reply August 30, 2009

Amber, I know this is my second comment -- it's fine if you decide I had my space and delete this one. Ha!

I have been so thinking about your Friday Funnies, and I want you to know that I would love to join in. Only one problem. I am not funny. I don't do funny well. So readers would be saying, "What was she thinking when she wrote this piece? Must have been a bad day."

I am only funny when I don't try to be. I am usually in the middle of some diatribe or comment and turn to find the person next to me doubled over . . . That's how it works. I can't tell jokes either. The quickest way to kill a joke is to ask me to share it.

What does all this say about me? Um, never mind.

I will be reading the funny stories happily, though. I will try to make a point of being here on Friday for the show!

Reply August 30, 2009

I could not help thinking of "Cien Anos de Soledad" when I read this, and Rebecca rocking back and forth in her chair, eating limecrust off the wall.... :)

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