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The last thing that made you laugh

Just now overhearing a colleague of mine looking at a new dataset. Given the tone and his grin, that was an innuendo laden comment, I think.

"would you look at the scope on that dataset".
 
My friend (talking about my partner): "Pekka eats like a garbage truck devouring trash."

And then I went on to describe how when he eats breakfast in the morning, he's half asleep, his eyes are half closed and he is chewing in slow motion.
Which I actually think is adorable.

Marrying someone means you'll have to endure good-natured teasing for the rest of your life :)

There are plenty of things he teases me about too. Like when we wake up in the morning and the first thing I do is fart. Or how all of my teammates refer to me as a "tripping hazard" because I'm a foot shorter than everyone else.
 
Only in Canada. My provinces EMO (Emergency Management Organization) put this out as a winter safety advisory. The Shediac Lobster is a giant sculpture and provincial tourism landmark. Photo of that below as well.

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I won't post the pics on here for the sake of the privacy of the other people, but at hockey practice earlier, we took some team photos...
The one of me with the other two goalies is hilarious, I look like I belong in Munchkin Land next to those two giants (both men, 6'1", and 6'4", 200lbs+)
...I'm 5'0".

All of the team photos are kind of funny because I'm the only one who is under 5'10". My teammate said I look like a youth hockey player who got traded to a team with a bunch of adults. It just looks very silly.
But like I said in my previous post, they all call me a "tripping hazard."

I'm used to being poked fun at about my height, it doesn't really bother me anymore, and it isn't untrue. It's kind of funny especially since most of my friends are rather tall.
 
I won't post the pics on here for the sake of the privacy of the other people, but at hockey practice earlier, we took some team photos...
The one of me with the other two goalies is hilarious, I look like I belong in Munchkin Land next to those two giants (both men, 6'1", and 6'4", 200lbs+)
...I'm 5'0".

All of the team photos are kind of funny because I'm the only one who is under 5'10". My teammate said I look like a youth hockey player who got traded to a team with a bunch of adults. It just looks very silly.
But like I said in my previous post, they all call me a "tripping hazard."

I'm used to being poked fun at about my height, it doesn't really bother me anymore, and it isn't untrue. It's kind of funny especially since most of my friends are rather tall.
I'm 163 cm and I hate it. Never can look down on anyone (physically) and feel superior, never can see or take things from top shelves or fridge, it's so immediately visible if i start gaining weight etc. Ah so envious of taller women...
 
One of my favourite authors, Gregory Clark, was very short. He found that carrying a cane came in very handy for getting things from high shelves, etc. So, he carried an umbrella, so he'd be known as that crazy old coot with the umbrella instead of that poor old man with the cane. And, of course, he always had an umbrella, too.
 
My dog was misbehaving, and I scolded him, but I shouted "Pekka!!!" (my husband's name)
Dog ignored me. Husband shouted "What?" in confusion from the other room. Lol
 
There was a robbery in London, witnessed by an employee of the British Museum. He reported that the thief had "run off in the direction of Mesopotamia."
 
In Ireland, where Catholics and Protestants don't mix, there were three Protestant ladies who thought that perhaps they should at least see for themselves what went on in a Mass. So, one busy Sunday, they slipped in just before it was to begin, and saw that all the pews were near full. Seeing their plight, the head usher turned and murmured to his young assistant "Three chairs for the Protestant ladies."
The boy immediately ran up the aisle, turned, and shouted "Three Cheers for the Protestant Ladies!! Hip hip Hurrah!!"
 
In Ireland, where Catholics and Protestants don't mix, there were three Protestant ladies who thought that perhaps they should at least see for themselves what went on in a Mass. So, one busy Sunday, they slipped in just before it was to begin, and saw that all the pews were near full. Seeing their plight, the head usher turned and murmured to his young assistant "Three chairs for the Protestant ladies."
The boy immediately ran up the aisle, turned, and shouted "Three Cheers for the Protestant Ladies!! Hip hip Hurrah!!"
And I'm laughing at myself for instantly getting overly factual in my head. "Well actually the troubles in Northern/Southern Ireland have never really been a religious matter. The Catholic Vs Prot angle is just the easiest distinguishing factor. The reality is the troubles come from British colonialism and the portion of the country they managed to hold onto".

Then I remembered, wait that's not how jokes work. Actually read the joke, very funny. lol.

Also just for bonus points since St. Pats Day is just around the corner. Patrick wasn't Irish, he was Welsh. Yep the one day everyone pretends to be Irish, by celebrating the life of a Welshmen that committed cultural genocide. Enjoy your green beverages now.
 
I sent a very plain black and white card reading "This is a no frills birthday card / because at your age, the frill is gone."
 

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