<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931</id><updated>2012-02-01T12:07:29.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teresa's  Laugh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-425064784268304565</id><published>2012-02-01T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T12:07:29.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPVDsOz_k8w/TyluI-e6S6I/AAAAAAAAAew/RSALpuIccPo/s1600/smile6.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPVDsOz_k8w/TyluI-e6S6I/AAAAAAAAAew/RSALpuIccPo/s400/smile6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704211503532100514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"Smile awhile for when you smile another smiles and soon there’s miles and miles of smiles because you smiled.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-425064784268304565?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/425064784268304565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=425064784268304565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/425064784268304565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/425064784268304565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2012/02/smile-awhile.html' title='Smile Awhile'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPVDsOz_k8w/TyluI-e6S6I/AAAAAAAAAew/RSALpuIccPo/s72-c/smile6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-5318871250791543704</id><published>2012-01-26T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:19:15.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ravi Shankar Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0f1Vf9UegiQ/TyIztUlwbgI/AAAAAAAAAek/wSB-_0ihsWU/s1600/ravi%2B.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 373px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0f1Vf9UegiQ/TyIztUlwbgI/AAAAAAAAAek/wSB-_0ihsWU/s400/ravi%2B.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702176931918671362" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;To date, this is the best quote I have found about laughter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I begin all my programs with it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;"Laughter comes from the center of our being,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;from the core of our heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Our belly is so full of laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;that the laughter permeates every cell in our body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;True laughter is true prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;When you laugh, the whole of nature laughs with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;It echoes and resounds and makes life worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;When things go all right, everybody can laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;But when things fall apart and yet you laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;This is evolution and growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Nothing in your life is more worthy than your laughter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Sri Sri Ravi Shankar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Photo:  Wikimedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-5318871250791543704?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5318871250791543704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=5318871250791543704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5318871250791543704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5318871250791543704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/ravi-shankar-quote.html' title='Ravi Shankar Quote'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0f1Vf9UegiQ/TyIztUlwbgI/AAAAAAAAAek/wSB-_0ihsWU/s72-c/ravi%2B.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-5281424858383204540</id><published>2012-01-21T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T19:39:25.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter Yoga Feedback</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1muMnL_Z_Ow/TxuEcfUTqbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/22Bxzf4FteQ/s1600/laughing%2Bcrowd%2Bgraphic%2BWLT.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1muMnL_Z_Ow/TxuEcfUTqbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/22Bxzf4FteQ/s400/laughing%2Bcrowd%2Bgraphic%2BWLT.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700295378345372082" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Some of my new laughter club members left some great feedback on Laughter Yoga recently: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;“What an astounding experience! Our room full of strangers was expertly guided through an extensive laughter workout. Everyone's unique laughter personality emerged in this safe, encouraging hour and there were no more strangers at the end!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Great experience. The leader is very friendly and welcoming. It was great 'exercise' and the happiness lasted well into the next day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I plan on taking the lesson into my everyday life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="dreviewtext" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;“I loved the class and the entire laughing experience! I did 2 minutes of laughing this morning and it felt great!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="dreviewtext" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="dreviewtext" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="dreviewtext" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Like a barrel full of monkeys”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="dreviewtext" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="dreviewtext" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="dreviewtext" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanks everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-5281424858383204540?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5281424858383204540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=5281424858383204540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5281424858383204540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5281424858383204540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/laughter-yoga-feedback.html' title='Laughter Yoga Feedback'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1muMnL_Z_Ow/TxuEcfUTqbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/22Bxzf4FteQ/s72-c/laughing%2Bcrowd%2Bgraphic%2BWLT.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-1828612511334926014</id><published>2012-01-16T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:30:43.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comedians for President</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnVHqSBfnLQ/TxQzdrdiY1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/lB036NW8oiA/s1600/PatPaulsen.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnVHqSBfnLQ/TxQzdrdiY1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/lB036NW8oiA/s400/PatPaulsen.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698236013506356050" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I’ll admit it – I’ve been around long enough to remember Pat Paulsen’s ’68 run for President.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though I wasn’t old enough to understand the issues, I was old enough to find Paulsen hysterically funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;As it often is for me, it was his body language that did it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His total dry delivery.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did it better than anyone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It didn’t matter what he said, he had me in stitches.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;From The Smothers Brothers Show, he is an indelible image from my childhood.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As well as my first remembrance of anyone running for President.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He would have won my vote hands down had they given children the right to vote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;His infamous campaign slogan: “I’ve upped my standards, now up yours.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;On immigration:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“All the problems we face in the US today can be traced to an unenlightened immigration policy on the part of the American Indian.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;“If either the left wing or the right wing gained control of the country, it would probably fly around in circles.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Now it’s Stephen Colbert.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He hands his Super PAC over to Jon Stewart in a funny little skit and heads to South Carolina to test the ground.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I doubt Colbert will ever come close to being what Paulsen was for me in the 60’s, but I applaud him for trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I love when comedians run for President because if any arena needs humor, it’s the political one.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I’ve said many times, humor = truth, or else it wouldn’t be funny.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And we all need to hear more truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Photo:  Pat Paulsen/Wikimedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-1828612511334926014?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1828612511334926014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=1828612511334926014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1828612511334926014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1828612511334926014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/comedians-for-president.html' title='Comedians for President'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pnVHqSBfnLQ/TxQzdrdiY1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/lB036NW8oiA/s72-c/PatPaulsen.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-7498153264137649914</id><published>2012-01-11T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T14:41:22.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Get Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPbrRoS_yyM/Tw4P-VxRpCI/AAAAAAAAAeA/tN-E_BGzSyU/s1600/Dr.Kandseniors.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPbrRoS_yyM/Tw4P-VxRpCI/AAAAAAAAAeA/tN-E_BGzSyU/s400/Dr.Kandseniors.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696508142340383778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;“You don’t stop laughing when you get old.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You get old when you stop laughing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Photo:  Dr. Kataria and a laughing friend/Laughter Yoga International&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-7498153264137649914?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7498153264137649914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=7498153264137649914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7498153264137649914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7498153264137649914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/never-get-old.html' title='Never Get Old'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPbrRoS_yyM/Tw4P-VxRpCI/AAAAAAAAAeA/tN-E_BGzSyU/s72-c/Dr.Kandseniors.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-5556806092822223544</id><published>2012-01-06T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T07:00:40.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tita's Powerful Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sEHIL-g4X58/TwcMdZd32_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/ST4MaEVnpZA/s1600/tita2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sEHIL-g4X58/TwcMdZd32_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/ST4MaEVnpZA/s400/tita2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694533953025203186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My friend and fellow Certified Laughter Leader Tita Begashaw shares her powerful story on KPLU’s radio show The State We’re In.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Check it out.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tita is from Ethiopia and is an inspiration to many of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Also know that there is more to Laughter Yoga than “just laughing”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This interview is a bit deceiving.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We warm up those laughter muscles first with stretching, yoga-type breathing and chanting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rnw.nl/english/article/laughter-therapy-helps-healing-process"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://www.rnw.nl/english/article/laughter-therapy-helps-healing-process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-5556806092822223544?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5556806092822223544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=5556806092822223544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5556806092822223544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5556806092822223544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/titas-powerful-story.html' title='Tita&apos;s Powerful Story'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sEHIL-g4X58/TwcMdZd32_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/ST4MaEVnpZA/s72-c/tita2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-3069683811342325945</id><published>2012-01-01T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T10:30:18.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VxOano7KlMU/TwClZ6kVo1I/AAAAAAAAAdc/tFaiczQ3Sqo/s1600/swami.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VxOano7KlMU/TwClZ6kVo1I/AAAAAAAAAdc/tFaiczQ3Sqo/s400/swami.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692731793633289042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Happiness is fleeting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Joy is forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Joy is deep inside us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s who we are and it’s what we touch when we laugh.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s unconditional.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;It’s always there no matter what.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For all it takes is a laugh to find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Happiness is conditional.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When things are going well, we’re happy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finances are in order.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have someone to love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;We like our job.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; e&lt;/span&gt;tc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; e&lt;/span&gt;tc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; e&lt;/span&gt;tc. But the moment things go awry, happiness flies out the window, and unhappiness settles in for awhile.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Till things go well again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Till something else goes awry……….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Joy is not so fickle.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s always available.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The trick is to find it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Laughter is the best trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Alan Cohen said “Find your Source.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Live from it.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-3069683811342325945?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3069683811342325945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=3069683811342325945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3069683811342325945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3069683811342325945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2012/01/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VxOano7KlMU/TwClZ6kVo1I/AAAAAAAAAdc/tFaiczQ3Sqo/s72-c/swami.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-1689997611124201078</id><published>2011-12-26T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T19:30:27.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter as Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4v8Dtk30og/Tvk7oDZEhvI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DbSx9teBpjY/s1600/youngmanfullof%2Blight.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 373px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4v8Dtk30og/Tvk7oDZEhvI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DbSx9teBpjY/s400/youngmanfullof%2Blight.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690645163450599154" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);  font-size:130%;" &gt;“What is the best way to worship?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;A spiritual teacher was recently asked this question and his answer was “any way that connects you to your higher self”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Spending time in nature, singing, chanting with others, meditating and laughing were the things that first came to my mind.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nature first.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Laughter 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I’ve often thought of my laughter club as a church and my role as laughter leader like that of a minister.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For laughter connects us to our best self – most beautiful, forgiving, loving, open.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Laughter reaches down to our core and pulls us up out of any muck we might be floundering in.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It magnifies our essence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Some say “Start your day with God and end your day with God”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever that means to you, I think it’s good advice. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Connect to your higher self first and last thing each day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For me, that ritual includes my morning laughter routine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It activates my joy and makes me a better person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Anne Lamott said “Laughter is carbonated holiness.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-1689997611124201078?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1689997611124201078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=1689997611124201078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1689997611124201078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1689997611124201078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/laughter-as-prayer.html' title='Laughter as Prayer'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4v8Dtk30og/Tvk7oDZEhvI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/DbSx9teBpjY/s72-c/youngmanfullof%2Blight.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-7519657364122120904</id><published>2011-12-21T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:29:18.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solstice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--qhksvb2AG4/Tvf3r-NOMzI/AAAAAAAAAdE/A6lnyp10D1M/s1600/candle.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 354px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--qhksvb2AG4/Tvf3r-NOMzI/AAAAAAAAAdE/A6lnyp10D1M/s400/candle.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690288989010801458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;We enter the darkest time of year.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Winter Solstice.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that it gets lighter three minutes each day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Whatever this season means to you, I wish you more laughter, the kind of laughter that brings in the Light – to yourself, to your life, and to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;You can see it in the eyes of someone who laughs often.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Light of the Soul.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It enters through the eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;May your life be filled with the light of joy and laughter - this season and always!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-7519657364122120904?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7519657364122120904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=7519657364122120904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7519657364122120904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7519657364122120904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/solstice.html' title='Solstice'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--qhksvb2AG4/Tvf3r-NOMzI/AAAAAAAAAdE/A6lnyp10D1M/s72-c/candle.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-1082841237205201406</id><published>2011-12-16T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:24:37.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Writing needs Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JyZcntKJdyc/TuwZdlAzOEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/xBsewY9g1C0/s1600/humorinbooks3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JyZcntKJdyc/TuwZdlAzOEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/xBsewY9g1C0/s400/humorinbooks3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686948425404463170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Humor is a cornerstone of good writing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even in stories that are neither light nor humorous.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Humor is an integral part of life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least it should be.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s better when it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Good writing needs humor.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just like good speeches. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A sprinkling of humor, and the subsequent laughter, represent the stuff of life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can’t do without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I’m reading a Barbara Kingsolver book.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of her older ones called Pigs in Heaven.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I’ve been surprised at how often I laugh out loud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;She gives her main character a very funny boyfriend, a built-in venue for humor.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But he’s not only funny, he’s astute.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His humor speaks volumes about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;“School is out for Easter break.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They thought they’d go have a religious experience with sedimentary rock.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(The Grand Canyon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The protagonist and her mother are both very witty.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Alice, the mother, says of her husband, “His idea of marriage is to spray WD-40 on anything that squeaks.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Taylor, the protagonist, says of Seattle, “This isn’t a city.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a carwash.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kingsolver’s humor is making this read very enjoyable.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like life ought to be.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plenty of challenges but plenty of humor and laughter along the way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-1082841237205201406?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1082841237205201406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=1082841237205201406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1082841237205201406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1082841237205201406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-writing-needs-humor.html' title='All Writing needs Humor'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JyZcntKJdyc/TuwZdlAzOEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/xBsewY9g1C0/s72-c/humorinbooks3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-4630696451256072954</id><published>2011-12-12T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:11:32.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Osho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggx8qsFEeO0/TubCUK3G4bI/AAAAAAAAAcU/BYYC47ICOwc/s1600/headback.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggx8qsFEeO0/TubCUK3G4bI/AAAAAAAAAcU/BYYC47ICOwc/s400/headback.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685445231370494386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;“When you have a heartfelt belly laugh, all parts of your being – the physiological, the psychological, the spiritual – they all vibrate in one single tune.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They all vibrate in harmony.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Osho Rajneesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-4630696451256072954?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4630696451256072954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=4630696451256072954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/4630696451256072954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/4630696451256072954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/osho.html' title='Osho'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggx8qsFEeO0/TubCUK3G4bI/AAAAAAAAAcU/BYYC47ICOwc/s72-c/headback.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-6641902069526397348</id><published>2011-12-07T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T07:28:45.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Teresa of Avila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rjPFwQF3nE/Tt-GCcyOc8I/AAAAAAAAAb8/qHMO4aOLd8o/s1600/St.%2BTeresa.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rjPFwQF3nE/Tt-GCcyOc8I/AAAAAAAAAb8/qHMO4aOLd8o/s400/St.%2BTeresa.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683408631409570754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;What do St. Teresa of Avila and D.H. Lawrence have in common?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A lack of respect for over-seriousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;“From our sour-faced saints, good Lord deliver us.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;St. Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“So long as there’s a bit of laughter going, things are all right.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As soon as this infernal seriousness begins, everything is lost.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;D.H. Lawrence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;Photo:  St. Teresa of Avila by Francois Gerard/Wikimedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-6641902069526397348?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6641902069526397348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=6641902069526397348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6641902069526397348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6641902069526397348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/st-teresa-of-avila.html' title='St. Teresa of Avila'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6rjPFwQF3nE/Tt-GCcyOc8I/AAAAAAAAAb8/qHMO4aOLd8o/s72-c/St.%2BTeresa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-1389533029908912873</id><published>2011-12-01T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T13:16:02.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CnhT1dGmY0M/TtewOjtbIYI/AAAAAAAAAbw/JzjywwCnupU/s1600/HarpoWiki.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CnhT1dGmY0M/TtewOjtbIYI/AAAAAAAAAbw/JzjywwCnupU/s400/HarpoWiki.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681203219101589890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Comedians are generally very sensitive people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To pick up the nuances of life astutely enough to formulate a joke, usually at lightning speed, and which always has to cut to the core of a truth to be funny, they have to be sensitive.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And they have to feel enough of the pain of life to need to make a joke in the first place.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Charlie Chaplin said, “To truly laugh you must take your pain and play with it.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Case in Point:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Harpo Marx.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Definitely the sensitive one.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My favorite Marx Brother.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Harpo would dramatically shift from goofy clown to sensitive musician in a flash – and just as suddenly alternate back to clown the moment his hand left his harp.  Harpo never spoke but they say he had a rich resonant voice.  Never underestimate the power of the sensitive one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just like Steven Colbert on The Colbert Report spontaneously breaking into an acapello Banana Boat song with Harry Belafonte.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing short of sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Down and out with a sprained ankle, I needed some laughs recently and dragged out my copy of Night at the Opera.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My favorite Marx Brothers movie.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Totally goofy, corny and just hilarious!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  The one and only &lt;/span&gt;Margaret Dumont, the overcrowded train compartment, the on-stage antics during Il Trovatore, the expessions on Harpo’s face and on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Photo:  Harpo Marx/Wikimedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-1389533029908912873?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1389533029908912873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=1389533029908912873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1389533029908912873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1389533029908912873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/12/sensitive.html' title='Sensitive'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CnhT1dGmY0M/TtewOjtbIYI/AAAAAAAAAbw/JzjywwCnupU/s72-c/HarpoWiki.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-8726834830538073243</id><published>2011-11-24T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T12:43:28.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter Flows with People you Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g7pQNnEpi8w/Ts6rNtUssWI/AAAAAAAAAbk/_2O9F7z0fDM/s1600/yukariandme.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g7pQNnEpi8w/Ts6rNtUssWI/AAAAAAAAAbk/_2O9F7z0fDM/s400/yukariandme.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678664432153833826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I adore my reflexologist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;A gentle and highly effective practitioner from Japan, who speaks in delightful broken English, this woman is a joy to be with.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s a unique combination of very sweet and highly skilled.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just my kind of person.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We completely hit it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Therefore we spend our entire session laughing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or at least the beginning and the end, with a silent intensive healing treatment in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I can’t tell you what we ever laugh about, only that the sound of it echoes throughout the salon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We emerge from our session like we’ve just attended a comedy club.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Renewed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Refreshed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Exhilarated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;In the normal course of life people rarely laugh in response to a joke, and often not in response to any kind of intended humor.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But rather most people laugh just being with people they like and having a good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Laughter is a social activity.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s about people being together.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of the time it doesn’t really matter what anyone is saying, just that people are with those they enjoy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That in itself stimulates laughter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Surround yourself with people you like and the laughter flows freely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Photo:  Yukari and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-8726834830538073243?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8726834830538073243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=8726834830538073243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8726834830538073243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8726834830538073243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/laugh-with-people-you-like.html' title='Laughter Flows with People you Like'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g7pQNnEpi8w/Ts6rNtUssWI/AAAAAAAAAbk/_2O9F7z0fDM/s72-c/yukariandme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-6321485422552827266</id><published>2011-11-16T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T08:54:56.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smile is a Curve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-zqKNrxQtw/TsR9URrqO4I/AAAAAAAAAbY/gngJWahZviw/s1600/phyllis.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 396px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-zqKNrxQtw/TsR9URrqO4I/AAAAAAAAAbY/gngJWahZviw/s400/phyllis.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675799217691048834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;“A smile is a curve that sets everything straight.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Phyllis Diller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Indeed it does.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you’re feeling down, if you manage a smile, a ray of hope is so evident, as a flicker of light returns to the eyes, and one day so does the laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Phyllis Diller, though she was not my style of humor, was a pioneer comedian in a world dominated by males.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She held her own – so often with self-depreciation, but nevertheless....&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At 94, she proves that “those who laugh, last”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Photo:  Wikimedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-6321485422552827266?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6321485422552827266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=6321485422552827266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6321485422552827266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6321485422552827266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/smile-is-curve.html' title='A Smile is a Curve...'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-zqKNrxQtw/TsR9URrqO4I/AAAAAAAAAbY/gngJWahZviw/s72-c/phyllis.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-5912908031424026377</id><published>2011-11-10T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T07:47:10.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odnSXCmuzgc/Trvx573pOyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/CNUNjoiolfU/s1600/shylaughter.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odnSXCmuzgc/Trvx573pOyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/CNUNjoiolfU/s400/shylaughter.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673394133229189922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Someone recently told me that he always started laughing when he was in an argument with his wife, which unfortunately only made her more angry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I explained to him that this was nervous laughter and was an intelligent thing to do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was his body’s innate wisdom getting him to relax by laughing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully by relaxing he could then deal with the issues at hand more effectively.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I used to do the same when my partner confronted me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It felt a bit bizarre, but it was often my first spontaneous reaction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;There used to be someone in my life that I got very nervous around and I found myself making constant jokes around him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again it felt a bit bizarre to instantly turn into an incessant comedian, but I realized I did it unconsciously to relax myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;My dentist’s assistant is a great laugher.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told him it’s a very helpful way for me to relax in the dreaded dentist chair.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All dental assistants should laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Laughter is the body’s instinctive response to stress.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The higher the stress, the more the need for laughter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s why comedians often have challenging life histories, especially when they were children.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hence they develop the skill to laugh and make us laugh along with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;If someone is laughing in an odd situation, know that they are only trying to relax themselves, by breathing deeper, relaxing muscles, relaxing spirits, in an effort to function better in the current situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;When in doubt, laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Photo:  stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-5912908031424026377?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5912908031424026377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=5912908031424026377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5912908031424026377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5912908031424026377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/nervous-laughter.html' title='Nervous Laughter'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odnSXCmuzgc/Trvx573pOyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/CNUNjoiolfU/s72-c/shylaughter.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-2143080832765337750</id><published>2011-11-04T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:03:21.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Niebuhr Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FB-tR-Bi_6o/TrRE7O-7QGI/AAAAAAAAAao/zBZQ6FO71zQ/s1600/indianwoman.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FB-tR-Bi_6o/TrRE7O-7QGI/AAAAAAAAAao/zBZQ6FO71zQ/s400/indianwoman.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671233615191294050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;“Humor is a prelude to Faith; Laughter is the beginning of Prayer.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Theologian Reinhold Niebuhr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;Photo:  stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-2143080832765337750?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2143080832765337750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=2143080832765337750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/2143080832765337750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/2143080832765337750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/niebuhr-quote.html' title='Niebuhr Quote'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FB-tR-Bi_6o/TrRE7O-7QGI/AAAAAAAAAao/zBZQ6FO71zQ/s72-c/indianwoman.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-8236022868606021793</id><published>2011-10-28T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:54:48.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Freeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-12L96y4n-As/TqsyoS0YIcI/AAAAAAAAAac/WlQBNZPpI10/s1600/LYclub.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-12L96y4n-As/TqsyoS0YIcI/AAAAAAAAAac/WlQBNZPpI10/s400/LYclub.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668680223803580866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I maintain my gaze for a prolonged time in complete disbelief that someone who lives within 12 feet of my apartment door would be so unwilling to even say hello.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After one year I did succeed in getting my next door neighbor to exude the briefest of hellos.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But no smile.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Never a smile.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;In church, a very liberal church I sometimes frequent, it can be equally as hard to make eye contact.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For to speak to someone first you’ve got to make eye contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Walking down the street, I long ago accepted the fact that everyone looks down, or away, or at their smart phone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;There’s a name for it now:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Seattle Freeze.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are articles written about it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s helped.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not alone in finding this behavior very odd.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Seattle Anti-Freeze Meet-Up has over 1000 members. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Community is intrinsic to my nature.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s the first thing I set about to create wherever I go.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For me community is part of being human.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently not so for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It makes sense that I am in the business of laughter yoga.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In laughter we connect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It makes no difference if we’ve only seen each other for the first time mere moments ago or if we’ve known each other for years.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We connect on a deep level.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On an ecstatic level.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Joy is the name of our game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I’d like to drag all my apartment neighbors there and see how they fare.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, they would probably do okay.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been doing this for 10 years now and the truth is that once I begin a laughter session, demonstrating each laughter exercise with my own abundant laugh, most everyone is off and running.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And we’ve got a laughter session going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I learned very early on that almost anyone will laugh.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not everyone, but almost everyone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s the joy that seduces them, the mirror neurons in their brains that can’t resist, and the group energy that carries them along.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And perhaps experiencing the very human act of connecting with other humans.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I propose Laughter Yoga as the healing antidote to the dreaded Seattle Freeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Photo:  Laughter Yoga International&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-8236022868606021793?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8236022868606021793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=8236022868606021793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8236022868606021793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8236022868606021793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/anti-freeze.html' title='Anti-Freeze'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-12L96y4n-As/TqsyoS0YIcI/AAAAAAAAAac/WlQBNZPpI10/s72-c/LYclub.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-6937684918500716806</id><published>2011-10-21T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T18:05:12.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41Jky0YVXe8/TqIWqqswsbI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/U3pF45gtV3Q/s1600/kids333.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41Jky0YVXe8/TqIWqqswsbI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/U3pF45gtV3Q/s400/kids333.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666116203457851826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Laughter is like a whole bunch of bubbles that tickle you from inside.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Three-year old child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-6937684918500716806?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6937684918500716806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=6937684918500716806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6937684918500716806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6937684918500716806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/quote_21.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-41Jky0YVXe8/TqIWqqswsbI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/U3pF45gtV3Q/s72-c/kids333.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-1843367121062691771</id><published>2011-10-15T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T19:56:53.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter sets you Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dOBjZ5K-gmI/TppHt7Bg2kI/AAAAAAAAAaE/v2jjDmLOZZw/s1600/libertywiki.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dOBjZ5K-gmI/TppHt7Bg2kI/AAAAAAAAAaE/v2jjDmLOZZw/s400/libertywiki.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663918335635544642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);  font-size:130%;" &gt;“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, yearning to be free.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like the Statue of Liberty.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a Laughter Yoga Leader, I say a prayer before every laughter session and sometimes it sounds just like that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Let them come.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whoever needs to be here, whoever needs more laughter in their life right now.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;And I have had all kinds of people come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;A laughter club member once told me he laughs to relieve sadness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s true.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I’ve seen it with those who’ve been through the worst in life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They can laugh the best.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They need the healing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Instinctively they know that laughter can bring them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I recall one young woman who came with her mother.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I had to give her a label, it might be autistic.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I hate labels because we are all so much more than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;This woman paced the empty corners of the room before we began.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She never made eye contact with me or anyone else.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She never spoke and seemed very uncomfortable in general.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet she appeared to be there of her own choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;And laugh she did.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not overly boisterous by any means, but she laughed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seemed like an unused muscle.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I noticed some people looking at her making mental note of her uniqueness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;But when we did The Wave Laugh (we pass a laugh around a circle like “the wave”), she emerged out of her shell.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She got more and more playful, spontaneous and adventurous.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Far more than the rest of us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I love when the laughter club can include everyone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The diversity of humanity all bonding together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Photo:  Wikimedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-1843367121062691771?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1843367121062691771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=1843367121062691771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1843367121062691771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1843367121062691771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/laughter-sets-you-free.html' title='Laughter sets you Free'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dOBjZ5K-gmI/TppHt7Bg2kI/AAAAAAAAAaE/v2jjDmLOZZw/s72-c/libertywiki.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-8923816471228158901</id><published>2011-10-09T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T12:28:45.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iSteve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQNKlo1_IM0/TpIgCFVljQI/AAAAAAAAAZw/dgr0u9DyHMw/s1600/SteveJobsWikimedia.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQNKlo1_IM0/TpIgCFVljQI/AAAAAAAAAZw/dgr0u9DyHMw/s400/SteveJobsWikimedia.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661622901722680578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Though I am not a techie, I love all things MAC and I have a great respect for the genius that was Steve Jobs.  Like many, I am saddened by his passing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;In tribute here are some bits of his humor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;He founded his company on April 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;He called himself the iCEO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;He crooned:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“ITunes on Windows is like giving a glass of icewater to someone in hell.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;As a blanket response to any media inquiry about his health, he simply offered his blood pressure reading 110/70.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Also concerning his health, he quoted Twain “Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;A flurry of comedy has surfaced since Jobs passing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The cover of the New Yorker has him getting checked in at the pearly gates with an iPad……....&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keep us laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Thank you Steve Jobs for all you gave us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;Photo:  Wikimedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-8923816471228158901?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8923816471228158901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=8923816471228158901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8923816471228158901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8923816471228158901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/steve-jobs.html' title='iSteve'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQNKlo1_IM0/TpIgCFVljQI/AAAAAAAAAZw/dgr0u9DyHMw/s72-c/SteveJobsWikimedia.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-9130422591361820667</id><published>2011-10-08T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T12:23:17.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i61C4Z41o5E/TpCjDeVHsOI/AAAAAAAAAZo/nRePlJC6KuM/s1600/LYIPhotoOldMan.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i61C4Z41o5E/TpCjDeVHsOI/AAAAAAAAAZo/nRePlJC6KuM/s400/LYIPhotoOldMan.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661204011681296610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;“The head thinks, the hands labor, but it’s the heart that laughs.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Liz Curtis Higgs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;Photo:  Laughter Yoga International&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-9130422591361820667?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9130422591361820667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=9130422591361820667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/9130422591361820667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/9130422591361820667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i61C4Z41o5E/TpCjDeVHsOI/AAAAAAAAAZo/nRePlJC6KuM/s72-c/LYIPhotoOldMan.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-1331408192899762186</id><published>2011-10-03T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:27:54.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter reduces Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GzhESaFRi-Q/Tom4ShpBezI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5K7g_s5nLmc/s1600/normancousins.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GzhESaFRi-Q/Tom4ShpBezI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5K7g_s5nLmc/s400/normancousins.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659257035175328562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Laughter reduces pain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I lecture about it all the time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then one day it happened to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was doubled over in pain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Accidentally I ate something I was allergic to.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In response, my intestines twisted and cramped to a high level of pain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;All I could do was go to bed and wait it out for the next 12 – 24 hours.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As I lay there comatose, my roommate appeared in the doorway, spouting off something in a dry comedic wit that sent me into a spin of laughter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I laid on the bed laughing and laughing only to realize that, in the process, my pain completely disappeared.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Well, there it is, what I always tell people.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Unfortunately the pain immediately returned as soon as I stopped laughing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet I know that the longer you laugh, the more relief you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Norman Cousins, author of Anatomy of an Illness, found that ten minutes of solid laughter yielded him two hours free of pain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had been suffering under the debilitating disease, anklosing spondilitis, which left his entire body racked in pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When we laugh the brain triggers the release of endorphins.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those happy hormones also act like morphine on the body.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’re powerful pain killers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I’ve received numerous testimonials of this nature from participants in my ongoing laughter programs, yet this was the first time I experienced it myself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone suffering from Scleroderma once told me she liked to come to the laughter club when she was in pain because she could get relief from it with all the laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Laughter heals in so many ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Photo:  Wikimedia/Norman Cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-1331408192899762186?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1331408192899762186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=1331408192899762186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1331408192899762186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1331408192899762186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/laughter-reduces-pain.html' title='Laughter reduces Pain'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GzhESaFRi-Q/Tom4ShpBezI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5K7g_s5nLmc/s72-c/normancousins.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-7914594334269597899</id><published>2011-09-26T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:33:59.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victor Borge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2xhKMWKwM-8/ToErkJDZqdI/AAAAAAAAAZY/aZBwq2y-7Fo/s1600/victor2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2xhKMWKwM-8/ToErkJDZqdI/AAAAAAAAAZY/aZBwq2y-7Fo/s400/victor2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656850506859522514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;“Laughter is the shortest distance between two people.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Victor Borge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-size: large; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Victor Borge was a piano virtuoso, who had in fact been a child prodigy, but he used his incredible talent for comedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;His piano routines were priceless.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Priceless and so benign compared with the comedy of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Victor Borge was before my time, but what I know of him, I adore.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He built a career creating comedy, poking fun at the seriousness and pomposity of classical music.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of his pieces of creative genius was to play a strange sounding piece of music, look totally confused, nonverbally express “aha”, turn it right side up and play it correctly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;But in fact he had initially been playing it upside down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He would routinely mock-scold the audience for all kinds of reasons.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And he had a female operatic sidekick that he ridiculed to no end, eventually ending their routine with a beautiful duet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Danish born, he was known as the Clown Prince of Denmark.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Photo:  Wikimedia/Victor Borge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-7914594334269597899?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7914594334269597899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=7914594334269597899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7914594334269597899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7914594334269597899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/laughter-is-shortest-distance-between.html' title='Victor Borge'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2xhKMWKwM-8/ToErkJDZqdI/AAAAAAAAAZY/aZBwq2y-7Fo/s72-c/victor2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-6767990198804122538</id><published>2011-09-21T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T16:29:40.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpWeugRPsXI/TnpzSriDzOI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9aqcpQPaHKc/s1600/Wikipedia%253APorgy%252BBess.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 365px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpWeugRPsXI/TnpzSriDzOI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9aqcpQPaHKc/s400/Wikipedia%253APorgy%252BBess.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654959046877498594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Evil Laughter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a perversion of the real thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I attended a recent production of Porgy and Bess and was struck by how often I heard evil laughter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Over and over again, someone laughing at someone else’s pain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even the honorable Porgy laughed when he killed a man, amazed at his own success eliminating a piece of evil in the world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though perhaps that was a bit of nervous laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sportin’ Life, the pimp and lowest of the low, laughed the most.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Crown too, the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; most evil character in this community of African Americans in the South in the early 1900’s.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They did it every time they succeeded in overpowering another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;It was fitting that the pimp, the one with a twisted association with sex, would also have a twisted association with joy and laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Laughter can swing both ways.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When someone is lost, their laughter and subsequently their joy, comes from hurting another.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Beware when you hear it for this is a very disconnected human being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Dark humor is just another form of evil laughter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We see it in comedy all the time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that doesn’t make it any less alarming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Laughter is an expression of love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you are laughing at something dark, you’ve gotten it twisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sometimes it might come out when there’s pent-up rage.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Evil laughter is a passive aggressive way to express anger.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“It’s just a joke.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Hidden cruelty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;The ridicule usually comes from unresolved pain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No doubt from someone having been ridiculed in their past.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can he pass it on to you? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He can try to do it with evil, misplaced laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Laughter belongs in a place of wholeness for it is a connection to our deepest selves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Evil laughter is a pitiful expression of a lost human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;In entertainment, it’s always the villain who laughs the evil laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Photo:  Wikimedia:  Porgy &amp;amp; Bess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-6767990198804122538?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6767990198804122538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=6767990198804122538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6767990198804122538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6767990198804122538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/evil-laughter.html' title='Evil Laughter'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpWeugRPsXI/TnpzSriDzOI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9aqcpQPaHKc/s72-c/Wikipedia%253APorgy%252BBess.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-2653759364971530647</id><published>2011-09-14T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T15:29:19.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing Through Divorce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbAu5lf9aWA/TnEqNeApnRI/AAAAAAAAAZA/fojBDlQsTsI/s1600/woman2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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 &lt;/span&gt;So much focus on the one they lost.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No room for even a few chuckles, though I tried to bring them in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I once had a group of widows coming to the laughter club.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They drove down from Marysville to Seattle, initially telling me, “We’ve done enough crying, we’re ready to laugh.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought it was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Though it hasn’t been that long for me, I feel the same.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure no one in any of my laughter programs would know how much pain my heart is in, for they are right, when I lead a laughter yoga session, it’s all joy and there is no pain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“You can’t hold a negative thought in your head and laugh at the same time.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And when it’s over and the sadness returns, I’m fortified with all that laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Laughter heals.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Slowly.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It always does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-2653759364971530647?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2653759364971530647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=2653759364971530647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/2653759364971530647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/2653759364971530647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/laughing-through-divorce.html' title='Laughing Through Divorce'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RbAu5lf9aWA/TnEqNeApnRI/AAAAAAAAAZA/fojBDlQsTsI/s72-c/woman2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-4084626116039217089</id><published>2011-09-08T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T15:59:02.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fred Allen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LaF3YlCZtIM/TnynFdtEBOI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/i8_CpKeagkg/s1600/fredallen.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LaF3YlCZtIM/TnynFdtEBOI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/i8_CpKeagkg/s400/fredallen.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655578944385320162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;“It’s bad to suppress your laughter because if you do, it goes down and spreads your hips.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fred Allen, early radio and television comedian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Photo: Wikimedia:  Fred Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-4084626116039217089?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4084626116039217089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=4084626116039217089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/4084626116039217089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/4084626116039217089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/fred-allen.html' title='Fred Allen'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LaF3YlCZtIM/TnynFdtEBOI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/i8_CpKeagkg/s72-c/fredallen.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-3691438918389262476</id><published>2011-09-03T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T15:11:36.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Spirituality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSl0qfKHiVc/TmKl7i5HTbI/AAAAAAAAAYw/KcfzAJzuNu0/s1600/laughingnuns.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 363px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSl0qfKHiVc/TmKl7i5HTbI/AAAAAAAAAYw/KcfzAJzuNu0/s400/laughingnuns.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648259325073247666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I love laughter because it’s a universal spirituality.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has no beliefs, no dogma, no right and wrong, no ministers, no membership dues, no church….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Yet it uplifts us unlike anything else.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In an instant it raises our vibration.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It heals us and makes us better people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We don’t even have to have any thoughts attached to it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Nor a theory.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It just happens.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And we evolve.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without even trying we become better people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;It’s something we can all agree on – atheist and fundamentalist and everyone in between.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone loves to laugh.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It brings us together on a higher level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;A universal spirituality for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-3691438918389262476?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3691438918389262476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=3691438918389262476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3691438918389262476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3691438918389262476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/universal-spirituality.html' title='Universal Spirituality'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cSl0qfKHiVc/TmKl7i5HTbI/AAAAAAAAAYw/KcfzAJzuNu0/s72-c/laughingnuns.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-4428314715520210195</id><published>2011-08-26T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T15:31:15.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thich Nhat Hanh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpcINggV_Js/TlgeaTlZGFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qYJw54FDC7w/s1600/beautifulsmile.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpcINggV_Js/TlgeaTlZGFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qYJw54FDC7w/s400/beautifulsmile.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645295570191456338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thich Nhat Hanh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-4428314715520210195?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4428314715520210195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=4428314715520210195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/4428314715520210195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/4428314715520210195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/thich-nhat-hanh.html' title='Thich Nhat Hanh'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpcINggV_Js/TlgeaTlZGFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/qYJw54FDC7w/s72-c/beautifulsmile.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-7694188047053701022</id><published>2011-08-19T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T19:44:16.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F6qgVpeHQY/Tk8fDSZaUKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/X9L4B1ggYiQ/s1600/ode.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F6qgVpeHQY/Tk8fDSZaUKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/X9L4B1ggYiQ/s400/ode.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642762999457009826" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ode Magazine reports the good news of the world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good news is not exactly laughter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yet to immerse yourself in the positive side of life, enhances the flow of laughter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a laughter inducing way to live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Though our mainstream media would never let you know, there is an abundance of good happening in our world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;In the current issue I have read about a local Seattle woman who grows her own dinners; A compact collapsible solar panel created by a young man who trekked to the Himalayas and found the locals spending half a day gathering firewood in order to cook dinner.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Inspired to find a solution he created a solar device that resembles an upside-down open umbrella and generates enough energy for varied uses; Or five wind turbines in a small town in Germany that provide low-cost electricity to the residents; Or the surprising economic growth in Africa; etc. etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Recently they birthed Odewire, an iphone/ipad app that reports the good news on a continual basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;There’s lots of be happy about in the world if we only looked in that direction; if we only knew about it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ode is dedicated to “intelligent optimists”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-7694188047053701022?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7694188047053701022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=7694188047053701022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7694188047053701022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7694188047053701022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_F6qgVpeHQY/Tk8fDSZaUKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/X9L4B1ggYiQ/s72-c/ode.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-3320389200510923295</id><published>2011-08-06T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T19:48:59.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter is like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_HCArRerEM/Tj3UJihnqNI/AAAAAAAAAYY/K3RAh6IPD5g/s1600/beautifulboylaughter.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_HCArRerEM/Tj3UJihnqNI/AAAAAAAAAYY/K3RAh6IPD5g/s400/beautifulboylaughter.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637895568889456850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:officedocumentsettings&gt;   &lt;o:allowpng/&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:trackmoves&gt;false&lt;/w:TrackMoves&gt;   &lt;w:trackformatting/&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:drawinggridverticalspacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:dontvertalignintxbx/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman"; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AfBI8DcApUc/TjNZgOmf50I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4WFz1AIck6U/s400/motherdaughter.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634945968980879170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A lovely woman named Mary told me she used to laugh every day during her daily phone calls to her mother.  Now she laughs in the same way with her daughter – every day as they visit on the phone.  How beautiful!  To laugh with the person you love on a daily basis.  Yet most of us don’t have this built-in laughter.  Even if we did, more is better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In comes Laughter Yoga with its built-in laughter, built into the schedule of however often your local laughter club meets.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A young woman in one of my laughter classes had a challenging time wrapping her brain around the concept of Laughter Yoga – laughing for no reason.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“It’s not natural” she told me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“It’s not normal” I heard between the lines.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Normal laughter for her is laughing with her friends, with people she’s close to, people she knows well, not total strangers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who wouldn’t agree that’s the best kind of laughter?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like my friend and her daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yet because she signed up for this class, she gave it a try and lo and behold she’s been having fun laughing in class.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know she’s been laughing more because I’ve seen it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And my guess is she’s laughing more with those she knows and loves and maybe even a few others too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Laughter Yoga warms up your laughter muscles, expands your experiences of laughter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It simply gives you more laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-197591000065849120?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/197591000065849120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=197591000065849120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/197591000065849120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/197591000065849120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/mother-and-daughter.html' title='Mother and Daughter'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AfBI8DcApUc/TjNZgOmf50I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4WFz1AIck6U/s72-c/motherdaughter.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-7168677495776933045</id><published>2011-07-20T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T18:45:12.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children and Chimps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AAOBt3dJ7-U/TieD4QIrE2I/AAAAAAAAAYI/lPOFJKiyJ4Y/s1600/boys%2Blaughing.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AAOBt3dJ7-U/TieD4QIrE2I/AAAAAAAAAYI/lPOFJKiyJ4Y/s400/boys%2Blaughing.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631614861477352290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Children don’t walk around telling each other jokes in order to laugh.  Children play – and laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;When chimpanzees roll and tumble together, they make a sound that is considered chimpanzee laughter.  They play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you need more laughter in your life, be sure you play enough.   It’s as important as work.  It keeps you in balance and it keeps you laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Photo:  stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-7168677495776933045?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7168677495776933045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=7168677495776933045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7168677495776933045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7168677495776933045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/children-and-chimps.html' title='Children and Chimps'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AAOBt3dJ7-U/TieD4QIrE2I/AAAAAAAAAYI/lPOFJKiyJ4Y/s72-c/boys%2Blaughing.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-1065963807941878276</id><published>2011-07-13T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:20:40.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing and Crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tsOUF2jkw0/Th4n3xju70I/AAAAAAAAAYA/6o-0l5XmlwI/s1600/happychildren.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 363px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tsOUF2jkw0/Th4n3xju70I/AAAAAAAAAYA/6o-0l5XmlwI/s400/happychildren.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628980423409200962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;When I’m having a really hard time and try to do Laughter Yoga in my home, I immediately crumble into a mass of tears.  So if I’m not ready to feel the pain, I just smile and it helps.  It’s safe.  I save laughing for later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;If you see a person who never laughs, I guarantee it’s also a person who never cries.  Laughter is a huge emotion, the emotion of joy magnified.  To feel such a thing we need to be open, open to allow our emotions to flow.  This is why sometimes when we laugh, we then start to cry.  The river of feelings has begun to flow and it can’t be stopped.  You’ve got to be open to laugh.  You’ve got to be willing to feel all the feelings inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; It’s one reason why grown-ups stop laughing so much.  Children let it all out – sadness, joy, jealousy, anger, pain, whatever.  They don’t hold back.  As we grow we start to put on a façade, to play a role.  Sometimes only with our loved ones do we allow our full feelings to show.  Sometimes not even then.  How can laughter arise, when we’ve blocked the flow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;There’s a close connection between laughing and crying.  If you can’t laugh, you are probably depressed and not feeling anything.  Start slow to open up – to all of it.  If you can’t feel the sadness, you’ll never be able to feel the joy again either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Let it flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-1065963807941878276?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1065963807941878276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=1065963807941878276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1065963807941878276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1065963807941878276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/laughing-and-crying.html' title='Laughing and Crying'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0tsOUF2jkw0/Th4n3xju70I/AAAAAAAAAYA/6o-0l5XmlwI/s72-c/happychildren.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-3191951197985189993</id><published>2011-07-05T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:26:41.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbAXhHCQ-e8/ThPHh8m-V_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/RoGb67JiVLE/s1600/smilingchild.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbAXhHCQ-e8/ThPHh8m-V_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/RoGb67JiVLE/s400/smilingchild.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626059745535088626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;“Peace begins with a smile.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-3191951197985189993?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3191951197985189993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=3191951197985189993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3191951197985189993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3191951197985189993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/07/peace-begins-with-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbAXhHCQ-e8/ThPHh8m-V_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/RoGb67JiVLE/s72-c/smilingchild.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-685727334996214016</id><published>2011-06-30T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:50:00.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solstice Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xcWewoOQGH0/Tgz9hAdNz8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/b_3Hm7gTuvs/s1600/solsticeparadewiki.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xcWewoOQGH0/Tgz9hAdNz8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/b_3Hm7gTuvs/s400/solsticeparadewiki.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624148778178957250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;When you hear the crowd roar, they’ve arrived.  Coming and going in an endless stream of bicycles, back and forth they strut their stuff – usually covered in paint using their bodies as a canvas for their creative muse.  It’s living art.  Some hardly seem nude.  My favorites were the black and white symbiotic sisters, one with white dots over black, the other with black dots over white.  Then the parade follows with all sorts of craziness.   The giant octopus made me smile the widest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Fremont was made for the Solstice Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Everyone in Seattle knows the Fremont neighborhood is whacky fun.  Its most famous elements are the 18 ft troll that lives under the Aurora bridge, the 16 ft statue of Lenin someone personally imported after the fall of the USSR, the Interurban statue of people dressed up by whoever in whatever, the Brontosaurus and her baby dinosaur sculptured by some bushes down by the canal, or the building I can see from my porch that has a pinwheel on its roof.  It’s all whimsical fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Then there are the constant stream of happenings – some planned annually, some newly formed, some spontaneously created.  Such as the time last December on my walk to the market, I encountered throngs of Santa’s, seeming to be a cross between a pub-crawl and a flash mob.  They took over Fremont. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;The zombie parade has now had two annual events here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Every summer we have an outdoor cinema using the blank white wall of one building, flanked by oversized portraits of Bogie and Bergman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;But the madness culminates every June with the Solstice Parade.   All of Seattle comes to revel, participate, play, go wild, whatever.  The highlight being the mass of nude bicyclists who now number in the hundreds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;I moved here for very different reasons: the large old growth trees that line my street coupled with a spectacular vista of the Olympic Mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;But it can’t be denied I’ve had plenty of laughs while living in Fremont, the self-proclaimed Center of the Universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;The brochure says “It’s a place to let your inner spite out to play”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;The truth is I never know what I’m going to encounter when I head out my door.  Keep me laughing Fremont!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo:  Wikimedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-685727334996214016?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/685727334996214016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=685727334996214016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/685727334996214016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/685727334996214016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/solstice-fun.html' title='Solstice Fun'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xcWewoOQGH0/Tgz9hAdNz8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/b_3Hm7gTuvs/s72-c/solsticeparadewiki.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-6810784298911039234</id><published>2011-06-22T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T18:18:25.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends make you Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv6g7L_C4KA/TgJN6jrgVKI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-b6lDmYSsfE/s1600/cathy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv6g7L_C4KA/TgJN6jrgVKI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-b6lDmYSsfE/s400/cathy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621140953317266594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Dr. Robert Provine cites friendship as the number one source of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;In his book, Laughter A Scientific Investigation, he explains that after spending hours and hours observing how and why and when people laugh, he found that laughter most often occurs just being with the people we like and having a good time, i.e. being with our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Several years ago Time Magazine dedicated an entire issue to the subject of Happiness.  They also reported friends as the #1 source of happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Keep friendships alive in your life.  They’re a major source of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo:  My friend Cathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-6810784298911039234?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6810784298911039234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=6810784298911039234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6810784298911039234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6810784298911039234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/friends-make-you-laugh.html' title='Friends make you Laugh'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv6g7L_C4KA/TgJN6jrgVKI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-b6lDmYSsfE/s72-c/cathy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-8605836304937072298</id><published>2011-06-19T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T16:34:43.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZ5PSE0MqqQ/Tf6GaawCZuI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jm2L1wxT5Rc/s1600/clarence.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZ5PSE0MqqQ/Tf6GaawCZuI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jm2L1wxT5Rc/s400/clarence.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620077173420484322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I adored Clarence Clemons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Big Man with the Big Presence and the Big Smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bruce Springsteen’s longtime saxophone player and treasured friend passed away yesterday.  Springsteen called it an “overwhelming loss”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;In a 2003 Associated Press interview Clemons stated “I have no agenda – just to be loved”.  How beautiful.  I believe he was very loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I couldn’t find a copyright free photo with his huge smile, which is crazy because to me that was his signature look.  If you peruse his photos online, he’s either smiling huge or he’s got a sax in his mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;By those who knew him, Clemons was called “a sweet spirit” and “ an enormous presence”.  He was someone whose mere name “brought a smile to our face”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;AP reports today that “Unlike many musicians Springsteen and Clemons were more interested in the heart and substance rather than the glamour of the music”.*  I couldn’t agree more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Blessings on your journey home Big Man Clarence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*N. Moody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo:  Wikimedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-8605836304937072298?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8605836304937072298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=8605836304937072298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8605836304937072298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8605836304937072298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/big-man.html' title='The Big Man'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZ5PSE0MqqQ/Tf6GaawCZuI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jm2L1wxT5Rc/s72-c/clarence.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-5582074849854918578</id><published>2011-06-15T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T11:24:02.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing Statues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ls_wujr86o4/Tfj4U3peO6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/05b4FbeZLyk/s1600/statuescropped.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ls_wujr86o4/Tfj4U3peO6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/05b4FbeZLyk/s400/statuescropped.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618513572563663778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Giant laughing men are taking over Vancouver, B.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;They are huge, cast-bronze statues depicting the artist himself (Chinese artist Yue-Minjun) in various poses of hysterical laughter.  Some are doubled over.  Some are making silly gestures with hands.  Some are interacting to incite laughter.  They are truly over the top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I recently discovered this interactive outdoor art exhibit.  I encourage anyone who is going to Vancouver to seek them out.  They are in Morton Park in English Bay and the exhibit is called “A-maze-ing Laughter”.  They should be there until the summer.  (Yikes, that’s almost now!)   If you can’t visit them, find them on the Internet.  They are truly unique and worth the laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;One writer refers to them as “laughing madmen”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-5582074849854918578?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5582074849854918578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=5582074849854918578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5582074849854918578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5582074849854918578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/laughing-statues.html' title='Laughing Statues'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ls_wujr86o4/Tfj4U3peO6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/05b4FbeZLyk/s72-c/statuescropped.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-2528680481988251181</id><published>2011-06-08T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:15:02.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic Flute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi-dDhtpFKQ/TfA6JoPuFTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/MWoMpDi_tNE/s1600/magicflute2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi-dDhtpFKQ/TfA6JoPuFTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/MWoMpDi_tNE/s400/magicflute2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616052672427595058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;“Enlightenment is useless without a sense of humor.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;So says Phil Kelsey, who plays the magic bells in the orchestra at Seattle Opera’s recent performance of Mozart’s Magic Flute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;It’s a playful magical opera deeply lain with Masonic undertones.  It’s an opera about the healing power of music as well as an homage to silliness.  Seriousness and playfulness are two themes continually juxtaposed throughout this masterpiece.  The initiation rites of one princely prince and his soon-to-be princess are coupled with the antics of one goofy birdman, called Pappageno, who cares only about women, wine and the fun easy things of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;It is said that in this opera Mozart identified the most with Pappageno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pappageno is the silliest character in all of opera.  He makes this opera fun and light.  He brings silliness and joy and laughter.  He wears feathers.  He jumps and spins when he’s excited.  At times he can hardly contain himself.  He shakes wildly with ecstasy when he finally meets his Pappagena.  And they go on to procreate little green-haired babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pappageno would be great fun at my laughter club.  He’d embrace silliness as the best part of life.  He shows what we all might feel from time to time but are too inhibited to act it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Photo:  Seattle Opera/Rosarii Lynch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-2528680481988251181?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2528680481988251181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=2528680481988251181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/2528680481988251181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/2528680481988251181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/magic-flute.html' title='The Magic Flute'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi-dDhtpFKQ/TfA6JoPuFTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/MWoMpDi_tNE/s72-c/magicflute2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-1298805284505613607</id><published>2011-06-02T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T20:10:31.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor vs Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3PbF8kAks2E/TehQlHa8W8I/AAAAAAAAAW0/9kAqedLlgME/s1600/CLYLeader.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3PbF8kAks2E/TehQlHa8W8I/AAAAAAAAAW0/9kAqedLlgME/s400/CLYLeader.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613825534094760898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;“What did one earthquake say to the other?  It’s not your fault.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;“What’s the difference between a Rottweiler and a Jewish mother?  Eventually the Rottweiler lets go.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;One joke is harmless; the other offensive?  Possibly.  For me, they both made me laugh.  But with humor, you’ve got to be careful not to offend.  Humor is a tricky game.  It’s one reason why we stick only with laughter in Laughter Yoga.  It offends no one.  It goes straight to the desired result – laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo:  Laughter Yoga International&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-1298805284505613607?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1298805284505613607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=1298805284505613607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1298805284505613607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1298805284505613607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/06/humor-vs-laughter.html' title='Humor vs Laughter'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3PbF8kAks2E/TehQlHa8W8I/AAAAAAAAAW0/9kAqedLlgME/s72-c/CLYLeader.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-1095265367938765560</id><published>2011-05-26T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T17:00:05.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw 'em off with Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-W1Isj2soU/Td7orhqgUkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/rKa_xDQGhAU/s1600/mug.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-W1Isj2soU/Td7orhqgUkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/rKa_xDQGhAU/s400/mug.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611178020218884674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She asked me to find homes for her newborn kittens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I laughed so hard, it not only threw her completely off base, she never again asked me inappropriate requests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It was the “challenging” wife of my boss, who mistakenly thought she was “the boss”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Fortunately for me, my laughter was hearty and genuine for I have a vast sense of humor. I wasn’t trying to insult her, it was just extremely funny to me, to be asked such a ludicrous thing.  It was only in retrospect that I realized what a great tool I have for disarming people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I once gave a lecture to a group of seniors with a disruptive curmudgeon in the audience who took on the role of harassing me.  Luckily again all I could do was laugh.  It shut him up immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Obama is currently doing the same in response to the Birthers.  I applaud him.  If you donate $25 to his reelection campaign, you’ll receive a T-shirt (or a mug) with his birth certificate printed on one side and his photo on the other, titled “Made in USA”.  It’s a great example of turning a ludicrous attack into a joke.  It’s a great use of comedy.  Turn it around and make it silly.  Laugh them off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-1095265367938765560?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1095265367938765560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=1095265367938765560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1095265367938765560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1095265367938765560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/throw-em-off-with-laughter.html' title='Throw &apos;em off with Laughter'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-W1Isj2soU/Td7orhqgUkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/rKa_xDQGhAU/s72-c/mug.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-4153484956045400952</id><published>2011-05-18T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:12:37.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Austin is So Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_U3uUzTpQk/TdR8JD8GmhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MG_MGntSBGg/s1600/austin.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_U3uUzTpQk/TdR8JD8GmhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MG_MGntSBGg/s400/austin.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608243931101174290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;My friend Austin is the funniest man I know.  I have laughed much because of him.  He has significantly increased my “total life-laughter ”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;His humorous dry wit was delivered in perfect timing when we had a neighborhood fire at the house of one especially irritating, chronically–barking dog.  The animal in question was temporarily asphyxiated by the fire, only to be revived by the firemen to the tune of his ever-ready and overly-familiar bark.  It was comic relief we all needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Austin also recalls the tenacious tanning efforts of his youth, trying to emulate his Italian buddies in the ethnic neighborhood of New York where he grew up.   Ignoring his “flimsy white Irish skin”, he basked in the rays with his Mediterranean blood brothers  “oozing melanin”.  Unfortunately it has now gained him a few unwanted cancer cells on his skin.  But only Austin can make cancer funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;In his writing he is especially comical, calling assisted living centers “old age warehouses” and refusing his own “storage there”.  He references Ulysses, who in his later years “sailed beyond the sunset” in his quest  “to shine in use”.  Austin is very literary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Like many funny people, Austin is a sensitive soul.  His feelings, his thoughts, his perceptions and insights run deep.  It’s how he can cut to the core in a single hilarious statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Comedians have to reach deep inside to pull out the funny stuff.  For humor has to touch the truth for it to be funny.  Otherwise we wouldn’t laugh.  The truth has tremendous power.  There’s little strength in lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The ability to be funny is a rarified skill.  You’re got to cut to the chase in an instant.  Austin does it naturally, with a rapid beat and that effervescent positive spirit that I adore in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Everyone needs an Austin in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Keep me laughing Austin.  You make my life more joyful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo:  Austin not quite laughing, but if you look closely you might detect the funny lines forming in his brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-4153484956045400952?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4153484956045400952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=4153484956045400952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/4153484956045400952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/4153484956045400952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-friend-austin-is-so-funny.html' title='My Friend Austin is So Funny'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_U3uUzTpQk/TdR8JD8GmhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MG_MGntSBGg/s72-c/austin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-1804707413737037133</id><published>2011-05-13T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:14:17.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter Yoga in Prison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AUYR7Vlr_Us/Tc27FWtdW5I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Thve6rQL_04/s1600/prisoners2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AUYR7Vlr_Us/Tc27FWtdW5I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Thve6rQL_04/s400/prisoners2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606342811816123282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Prisoners in India doing Laughter Yoga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo:  Laughter Yoga International&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-1804707413737037133?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1804707413737037133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=1804707413737037133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1804707413737037133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1804707413737037133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/laughter-yoga-in-prison.html' title='Laughter Yoga in Prison'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AUYR7Vlr_Us/Tc27FWtdW5I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Thve6rQL_04/s72-c/prisoners2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-7717408220022122258</id><published>2011-05-05T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T20:24:43.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeless Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uD5DhhPzFdE/TcNo76bRQjI/AAAAAAAAAWU/nSmK_F7S_ms/s1600/pinkglow.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uD5DhhPzFdE/TcNo76bRQjI/AAAAAAAAAWU/nSmK_F7S_ms/s400/pinkglow.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603437739884233266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I’ve had the pleasure of leading a laughter yoga session, for a small group of women who temporarily reside at a women’s homeless shelter in downtown Seattle, a number of times.  And it has always been a special thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Despite incredible life challenges, these women laugh.   In fact they laugh and laugh and laugh almost uncontrollably.  I’ve never seen anything like it anywhere else.   They start laughing as I begin the laughter exercises and are truly unable to stop.  Each laughter exercise has, or at least is meant to have, a definite beginning and a definite ending; with a much needed respite in between the hearty aerobic workout of laughter.  Yet for these women there is hardly any pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;There is a real intensity to it – an intensity of release, of joy, of losing oneself completely.  It clearly shows how the higher the stress, the greater the need to laugh.  Our bodies know this instinctively.  Once we feel the release of stress through laughter, it’s sometimes hard to stop.  It also clearly shows that intense life challenges need not kill off a joyful inner spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bravo to these special women!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo:  stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-7717408220022122258?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7717408220022122258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=7717408220022122258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7717408220022122258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7717408220022122258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/homeless-women.html' title='Homeless Women'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uD5DhhPzFdE/TcNo76bRQjI/AAAAAAAAAWU/nSmK_F7S_ms/s72-c/pinkglow.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-6927876486176700374</id><published>2011-04-28T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:31:41.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fT79rbDVVt0/TbowRnsTeqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8VrXScxsKjA/s1600/glowinggift.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fT79rbDVVt0/TbowRnsTeqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8VrXScxsKjA/s400/glowinggift.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600842165859351202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;I was told he was gorgeous.  It was a man I was about to do business with.   My new lawyer.  The vision of a Ken doll flashed through my mind.  Uninterested in classic good looks, I was already unimpressed.  It’s the spirit that defines beauty to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Yet upon meeting “the gorgeous man”, I had to agree.  Yes he was tall, yes he was dark, but he was really only somewhat handsome.  What made him really shine was his beautiful smile and easy laugh and all the positive, engaging energy that goes along with it.  He was glowing, a truly gorgeous human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;It is said by some that laughter is the #1 most romantic trait.  That doesn’t mean boring your date with telling jokes, often meant to impress rather than to connect.  It means true laughter reflecting a passion for life, a genuineness of being, a positive attitude, a fun-loving nature.  Who doesn’t want to be around someone who laughs?  Laughter is magnetic.   It draws people in.  The laughter of one person can light up an entire roomful of people.  That willing smile and easy laugh is all it takes for anyone to be truly beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;I enjoyed doing business with the gorgeous man.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-6927876486176700374?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6927876486176700374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=6927876486176700374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6927876486176700374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6927876486176700374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/gorgeous-man.html' title='Gorgeous Man'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fT79rbDVVt0/TbowRnsTeqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8VrXScxsKjA/s72-c/glowinggift.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-3313692988223023741</id><published>2011-04-22T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:31:11.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympia Laughter Yoga Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_O-VtX6f_sk/TbIM4t6BN_I/AAAAAAAAAWE/fiH2HEbhruY/s1600/kate.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_O-VtX6f_sk/TbIM4t6BN_I/AAAAAAAAAWE/fiH2HEbhruY/s400/kate.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598551455310100466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Two young, energetic and vivacious people formed Olympia Laughter Yoga Club last year (along with two other laughter leaders).  And it looks like it’s thriving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Miss Kate came to my laughter club several years ago when she was a student at Evergreen College.  Driving up from Olympia on a cold dark rainy Thursday evening (90 miles round trip), with three other students, they were an energetic and enthusiastic addition to my group that night.  And I’ve always remembered them for driving the distance for laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Now Kate’s a Certified Laughter Yoga Leader herself.  Along with her friend Lightbear, another beautiful laugher and CLYL, they frequent my club from time to time, bringing all their great energy with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Check out their club if you live down near Olympia.  It meets weekly on Sunday at 12:30 at the Unitarian Church in Olympia.  They’re also on facebook:  Olympia Laughter Yoga Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo:  Miss Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-3313692988223023741?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3313692988223023741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=3313692988223023741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3313692988223023741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3313692988223023741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/olympia-laughter-yoga-club.html' title='Olympia Laughter Yoga Club'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_O-VtX6f_sk/TbIM4t6BN_I/AAAAAAAAAWE/fiH2HEbhruY/s72-c/kate.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-9088158578422421860</id><published>2011-04-14T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:29:37.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il Professore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-5LlYHbWvA/TaethILuXFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/dLu2ROur8IM/s1600/classroom.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 361px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-5LlYHbWvA/TaethILuXFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/dLu2ROur8IM/s400/classroom.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595631846675078226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;My Italian teacher is so funny.  But not that funny.  Just the right amount of funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;I’m fulfilling a lifelong dream to learn Italian.  As we crawl along in Italian I, our engaging, playful and often humorous Professore makes learning fun.  Laughter in the classroom is a good thing and an effective way to teach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;If he proceeded as a perpetual stand-up comedian, it would be too distracting.  It would pull us too far off the subject, like when someone goes on and on trying to be funny.  It can get old really fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;But with regular and intermittent shots of humor, he causes us regular and intermittent shots of laughter.  It continually wakes up our brain and prevents us from getting too tense about this humbling process of learning to confidently speak a foreign language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;He stressed how important it is to pronounce double consonants with double strength.  For example penne paste spoken with only one lazy n comes out sounding like pene, which means….well, I’ll let you guess.   It’s definitely not on the menu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;When discussing how friendly Italians in Italy are, he mentioned Rome as a great city.  I countered with the reputation Rome has for robbing tourists; to which he retorted “but they’re friendly when they do it”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;He showed us an adorable animated video of Italian stereotypes, which was hilarious because of course stereotypes have to hold a portion of the truth to be so funny.  The traffic clip sent me over the edge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;We read Snoppy cartoons in Italian, one portraying Snoppy dog having nightmares of cats, cats, and more cats:  “Un gatto, un gatto, un gatto, mi fa impazzire.”  (“It’s making me crazy.”) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;He teaches us slang to make it less boring.  “Che una frittata!”  “What a mess!”  And other more colorful sayings unsuitable for a blog about laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;When I handed him a check, he exclaimed “fagoli!”  which means beans, i.e. food on his table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;When Jill declared I was not riccio, he began a running humorous dialogue about riccio the hedgehog, of which there are many in his native Ukraine.  I will forever remember that riccio does not = rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;He makes this language fun and makes the culture come alive with his humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;As a bottom line he conducts the class with a perpetual smile and a relaxed manner.  That in itself relaxes all of us.  We only learn better if we’re relaxed.   Our brains wake up more every time we laugh.  And a fun class motivates us to stick with it and learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;As Dr. Seuss said, “I like nonsense – it wakes up the brain.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-9088158578422421860?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9088158578422421860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=9088158578422421860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/9088158578422421860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/9088158578422421860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/il-professore.html' title='Il Professore'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-5LlYHbWvA/TaethILuXFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/dLu2ROur8IM/s72-c/classroom.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-7241630419926877257</id><published>2011-04-07T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:30:43.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been 10 Years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n2T7ooJG2Ek/TaetyESq3BI/AAAAAAAAAV8/DZh3050XTM4/s1600/kevin.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n2T7ooJG2Ek/TaetyESq3BI/AAAAAAAAAV8/DZh3050XTM4/s400/kevin.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595632137688243218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;It’s been 10 years!  Kevin Wilhelmson at Harborview Hospital and myself at Phinney Neighborhood Center and elsewhere.  Along with a few others, we are the pioneers of Laughter Yoga in Seattle and Washington State.  More than that we have achieved staying power in birthing and maintaining steady laughter clubs in the area.  Bravo!  I’m proud of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;For me, laughter is as much as part of me as breathing.  I couldn’t live without it.  As I’ve always considered it my best trait, I knew this was my calling the moment I heard of it.  Then because laughter yoga was instrumental in my own healing, I made it my life’s work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;In October of 2001, I created my first public laughter club, a timing that I consider relevant.  When much of the world was in shock, I knew it was time to bring more laughter into our public consciousness and into the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Initially we met weekly in the Red Room at Phinney Neighborhood Center.  Then I took time away to build a business leading laughter programs for “anyone who’ll pay me”.  Many of them in retirement communities.  Missing the spontaneity of a public club, I created one again at Roaring Mouse Studio, which eventually moved back to Phinney Neighborhood Center (now in the Blue Room).  I’ve come full circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;At Phinney Laughter Club I never know who’s coming; or how many, what ages, genders or degree of rustiness in their laughter muscles.  It’s a spontaneous surprise every meeting and I love it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Long live Laughter Yoga!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo:  Kevin in his hat doing his thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-7241630419926877257?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7241630419926877257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=7241630419926877257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7241630419926877257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7241630419926877257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-been-10-years.html' title='It&apos;s been 10 Years!'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n2T7ooJG2Ek/TaetyESq3BI/AAAAAAAAAV8/DZh3050XTM4/s72-c/kevin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-482793062277089558</id><published>2011-04-01T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T16:50:36.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9iKU2BamzWU/TZZkPyJVe3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/_NzRTNW-thM/s1600/charliechaplin.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9iKU2BamzWU/TZZkPyJVe3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/_NzRTNW-thM/s320/charliechaplin.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590766209748794226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I had the pleasure of seeing Cuban Jazz great Arturo Sandoval recently.  A real joyful spirit.  I love watching jazz musicians perform because they always have such a good time doing what they do.  Arturo’s expertise is on the trumpet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Included in his repertoire that evening, he sang the old Charlie Chaplin song “Smile” (music by Chaplin, words added later, and initially and famously covered by Nat King Cole).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Smile though your heart is aching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Smile even though it’s breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;When there are clouds in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;You’ll get by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;If you smile through your pain and sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;You’ll see the sun come shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;For you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Light up your face with gladness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hide every trace of sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;That’s the time you must keep on trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Smile, what’s the use of crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;You’ll find that life is still worthwhile –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;If you just smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Photo:  Wikimedia:  Charlie Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-482793062277089558?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/482793062277089558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=482793062277089558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/482793062277089558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/482793062277089558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/04/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9iKU2BamzWU/TZZkPyJVe3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/_NzRTNW-thM/s72-c/charliechaplin.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-9210852250254199106</id><published>2011-03-26T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T17:34:31.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groucho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpIXBTkYkLo/TY6LofnWAzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/uxjSPRdXZDY/s1600/groucho.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpIXBTkYkLo/TY6LofnWAzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/uxjSPRdXZDY/s320/groucho.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588557715410912050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I almost never post jokes on my laughter blog - but why not?  Here’s Groucho at his best: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;“Time flies like an arrow.  Fruit flies like a banana.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Photo:  Wikimedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-9210852250254199106?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9210852250254199106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=9210852250254199106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/9210852250254199106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/9210852250254199106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/groucho.html' title='Groucho'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpIXBTkYkLo/TY6LofnWAzI/AAAAAAAAAVM/uxjSPRdXZDY/s72-c/groucho.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-2037276595728228676</id><published>2011-03-21T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:02:05.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Earth Laughs in Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-piuiB6OTsEY/TYg6uVCPKqI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YuNV2gFmdu4/s1600/laughing%2Bwith%2Bflower.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-piuiB6OTsEY/TYg6uVCPKqI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YuNV2gFmdu4/s320/laughing%2Bwith%2Bflower.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586779905348020898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I bought myself flowers at the farmer’s market today.  As I soak up the beauty they exude, I think of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s quote: “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Earth Laughs in Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Whenever I’ve tried to put the beauty of a flower into words, my words fall so far short, I leave it alone and don’t even try.  Today feels that way.  This bouquet of stunning oranges, golds and reds is a visual essence I could never relay to you.  But as I think of Emerson’s quote – I think of how beautiful we are when we laugh.  Is a roomful of people laughing really like a bouquet of flowers in full bloom?  One of my laughter club members told a reporter as much once.  She said, “Everyone here looks so beautiful laughing.”  It is the most precious comment I’ve heard about my laughter club.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Laughing brings up the joyful essence of who we are.  Laughing people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; like flowers in bloom.  And like those flowers I can’t really convey it in words.  You’ve got to experience it for yourself.  May you enjoy a laughing day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-2037276595728228676?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2037276595728228676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=2037276595728228676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/2037276595728228676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/2037276595728228676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/earth-laughs-in-flowers.html' title='The Earth Laughs in Flowers'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-piuiB6OTsEY/TYg6uVCPKqI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YuNV2gFmdu4/s72-c/laughing%2Bwith%2Bflower.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-8075777134529624046</id><published>2011-03-14T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:57:05.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paralegal Ghetto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tIV2gFFloYs/TX6qzTz9vQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/sTB26354MWQ/s1600/files.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tIV2gFFloYs/TX6qzTz9vQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/sTB26354MWQ/s320/files.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584088386454273282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I once worked for a major law firm.  Just having arrived in a new city, I was grateful to land this job, basic as it was.  I did the grunt work for the paralegals with one other “grunt-worker” in an area we dubbed “The Paralegal Ghetto”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;To survive the boring mindless labor of poring over endless documents, I laughed.  In fact I laughed and laughed and laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;My laughing cellmate was another intelligent woman caught in one of life’s interludes that lands you in an intelligently ludicrous situation; i.e. she was massively bored also.  Often all it took was one look at each other, to set us off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Myself I could get into a dangerous roll and not be able to stop.  I tried headphones (ions before ipods) but it seems I would be humming under my breath, which would send us again into endless streams of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I now know the value of laughter at work.  Back then I had those judgmental thoughts running through my head:  “I’m going to get into trouble for laughing.”  “I’m not supposed to laugh at work.”  “It’s unproductive.”  Now I lecture that just the opposite is true.  For I did get my work done and there wasn’t any other way I could have survived it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;More than that, we played an important role in this somewhat stuffy law firm.  There were those who knew that they could come to the paralegal ghetto and get some good laughs.  After a substantial “laughter break”, they returned to work refreshed, energized, minds more alert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Like recess for kids, it was a much-needed break from the intense seriousness of prolonged concentration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Our paralegal ghetto was never officially recognized for the role we played in providing comic relief, yet I knew this was ultimately why I was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-8075777134529624046?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8075777134529624046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=8075777134529624046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8075777134529624046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8075777134529624046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/paralegal-ghetto.html' title='The Paralegal Ghetto'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tIV2gFFloYs/TX6qzTz9vQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/sTB26354MWQ/s72-c/files.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-8364706210496667288</id><published>2011-03-08T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:39:29.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Laughter Yoga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ocnl-4VyGEE/TXcQWVObydI/AAAAAAAAAUs/4w8Nl2i2Ie8/s1600/partyfun.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ocnl-4VyGEE/TXcQWVObydI/AAAAAAAAAUs/4w8Nl2i2Ie8/s320/partyfun.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581948238989871570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;My birthday coincides with Laughter Yoga’s birthday – we have a symbiotic relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I say it every year:  Laughter Yoga was born on March 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;, 1995 in India because Dr. Kataria felt people needed a way to bring more laughter into their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Though I’ve often had a lot of laughter in my life, it seems just as often I haven’t had nearly enough.  Either that best laughter buddy moved away or got lost in a traumatic relationship or got a girlfriend who got jealous etc. etc.  My laughter muscles cried and I moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Or perhaps I got lost in my own challenges and my Laughter Quotient (laughter time to non laughter time) significantly decreased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;So when Dr. Kataria invented Laughter Yoga, I knew immediately it was for me; as well as a great gift to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;It’s no coincidence Laughter Yoga was born in India – one of the most crowded, polluted, noisy and stressful places to live.  The higher the stress, the greater the need for laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dr. Kataria himself admits he wasn’t someone prone to laughter.  He needed it as much as those who began to follow him.  His laughter muscles had gone rusty, and really weren’t well developed to begin with.  This is the man now referred to as the Guru of Giggling.  It’s a testament to the power of intentional laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Laughter Yoga is the lifelong intent to bring more laughter into your life and the immediate intent to laugh in the moment.  The now of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.chnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-8364706210496667288?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8364706210496667288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=8364706210496667288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8364706210496667288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8364706210496667288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-laughter-yoga.html' title='Happy Birthday Laughter Yoga'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ocnl-4VyGEE/TXcQWVObydI/AAAAAAAAAUs/4w8Nl2i2Ie8/s72-c/partyfun.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-3208949055912594062</id><published>2011-03-01T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T08:22:17.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let Others Stop Your Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBERQhwUBPs/TW0dAn3BZ8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/T5mX5wNFIBA/s1600/nelsonmandela.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBERQhwUBPs/TW0dAn3BZ8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/T5mX5wNFIBA/s320/nelsonmandela.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579147409918879682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;In my life there have been times when people have tried to stop my laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Was my laughter a threat?  Did it spark their insecurity?  Were they jealous?  Was it too painful to see others in such joy when they were in such misery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don’t know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;At such times I was young and vulnerable to the reaction of others and I let it lessen my laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Living on an island community, I regularly got in a roll of laughter with the clerk at the market on my daily shops.  We laughed and laughed until one day I got a visit from his jealous wife who misunderstood all the laughing.  I stopped laughing there altogether. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I was in my twenties I worked at a restaurant where some of my peers tried to stifle my boisterous laughter.  They never cut loose to that extent themselves and they didn’t want to hear it.  It hurt and I somewhat muffled myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Even my own brother violently attacked me when I was a teenager who used to get into fits of giggling with my mother.  That definitely stopped my laughter for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Over the years I have watched some laughter club members experience cathartic liberations from years of stifled laughter; some being told as children to “stop all that laughing”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have compassion for those around you who have no laughter in their lives.  But simultaneously don’t let anyone stop your laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nelson Mandela said, “…Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you….As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Photo:  Wikimedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-3208949055912594062?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3208949055912594062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=3208949055912594062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3208949055912594062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3208949055912594062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-let-others-stop-your-laughter.html' title='Don&apos;t Let Others Stop Your Laughter'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBERQhwUBPs/TW0dAn3BZ8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/T5mX5wNFIBA/s72-c/nelsonmandela.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-6701255385145066279</id><published>2011-02-18T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T16:42:28.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Well with Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xli6wKMRd1s/TV8RymvrWeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/8iObNAgBVPQ/s1600/Mina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xli6wKMRd1s/TV8RymvrWeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/8iObNAgBVPQ/s320/Mina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575194424799615458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;An old college friend used to make me laugh non –stop.  Joke after joke, witty comments, clever bantering, jovial teasing.  It seemed he lived to make us all laugh.   Like many guys, it flowed out of him effortlessly, as a natural way of being, like an infinite fountain of humor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Yet when I looked for this long lost friend online, I found an aged white- haired man, though he’s only in his mid-fifties.  As I already knew, he holds a distinguished position at a prestigious university back East.   Who knows how much he now laughs.  I suspect he’s become quite serious.  It shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I have another friend who is the most delightful woman I know.   She’s kind, gentle, loving, intelligent, cultured, positive-minded and just shy of 90 years.  She’s one of those beings with a constant sparkle in her eyes and a youthful spirit to match, no matter what her chronological age has become.  A friend recently remarked that her skin is so smooth, with hardly a wrinkle in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;As I reflect on these two friendships, I am reminded that, to stay young in body, you need to stay young in spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo:  My friend Mina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-6701255385145066279?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6701255385145066279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=6701255385145066279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6701255385145066279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6701255385145066279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/02/age-well-with-laughter.html' title='Age Well with Laughter'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xli6wKMRd1s/TV8RymvrWeI/AAAAAAAAAUc/8iObNAgBVPQ/s72-c/Mina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-3537493925949219661</id><published>2011-02-14T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:21:44.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh for Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FmXTRSTq9ak/TVlIc8uT4WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2nZUIwvXUYU/s1600/couple.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FmXTRSTq9ak/TVlIc8uT4WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2nZUIwvXUYU/s320/couple.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573565676021604706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Associated Press reports:  Michelle Obama cites laughter as the number one most important factor to a successful marriage.  She says, “I think in our house we don’t take ourselves too seriously, and laughter is the best form of unity in a marriage.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Laughter is the glue that binds.  And it’s like amnesia – helping us forget our partners imperfections, or that latest argument, or even that overwhelming obstacle that can loom in a relationship.  It’s a reminder of all that is good between two people.  If nothing else, laugh often with the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;At least one study of successful married couples (by definition: couples that have been married for 15 years or more) found that the three most important factors to a great marriage include laughing often together.  The other two are mutual respect and friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-3537493925949219661?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3537493925949219661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=3537493925949219661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3537493925949219661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3537493925949219661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/02/laugh-for-valentines-day.html' title='Laugh for Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FmXTRSTq9ak/TVlIc8uT4WI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2nZUIwvXUYU/s72-c/couple.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-4223828077778139724</id><published>2011-02-09T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T07:17:23.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wild and Wonderful Women of Phinney Laughter Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TVKvlOYSkmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/G-xKaRktnmY/s1600/untitled%2Balbum%2B2%2B-%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TVKvlOYSkmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/G-xKaRktnmY/s320/untitled%2Balbum%2B2%2B-%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571708743060722274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;The monthly meeting of Phinney Laughter Club was especially wild last night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;We were thirteen women and one lucky guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;A delightful seventeen-year old sought me out and brought her mom.  I first assumed it was the opposite but her mother corrected me.  Hooray for teenagers who come to laugh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Rose battled rush hour traffic all the way from LaConner exclaiming “Girl, I’ve been looking for you for two years!”  Sandy brought her wonderful self down from Edmonds.  Eileen from Shoreline.   Susan from Mukilteo, and as usual brought others to share in the experience.  Thank you Susan - you help us grow.  I love you women – you’re my regulars and the backbone of our club.  I laugh as soon as you walk in the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Jean was taking notes for a Toastmaster’s speech about Laughter Yoga.  My mouth was sore from all the laughing and at one point I was so far gone I had to instruct them to proceed without me.   I think it was Eileen –she’s soooooooo funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;No inhibitions anywhere.  Pure fun.  Non stop laughter.  Laughter yoga at its absolute best.  The name-and-pose laugh brought out the beauty queen in all of us.  It’s the morning after and I’m laughing still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Abe Lincoln said, “People are about as happy as they make up their minds to be”.   We definitely made up our minds to laugh and be happy last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-4223828077778139724?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4223828077778139724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=4223828077778139724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/4223828077778139724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/4223828077778139724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/02/wild-and-wonderful-women-of-phinney.html' title='The Wild and Wonderful Women of Phinney Laughter Club'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TVKvlOYSkmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/G-xKaRktnmY/s72-c/untitled%2Balbum%2B2%2B-%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-5635059157220951614</id><published>2011-02-08T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:27:29.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portholes of Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TVGJwrlHRUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/296t2DL48U0/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-08%2Bat%2B10.16.43%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TVGJwrlHRUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/296t2DL48U0/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-08%2Bat%2B10.16.43%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571385683459130690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's too much fun!  Today Google has their logo comprised of a series of portholes with the ocean and its full array of sealife visible.  As the waves rise and fall we catch a view of a long-nosed dolphin, sea turtle, seahorse, flying fish jumping out of the water and on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – when Google starts my day laughing, it’s a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Daniel Pink, in his book The Whole New Mind, postulates that success now depends on that added extra bit of creativity, design, laughter, whatever.   That the MFA has become more important than the MBA.  That as abundant and sophisticated consumers, we crave that extra something that feeds our spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I recall a bottle of wine a friend brought for dinner years ago.  It was called Ecstatic Women Dancing with a wild photo of barefoot women in jumping joy pose and corresponding story on the label.  It was years ago but I still smile about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Fun in the workplace is a great thing for all of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo:  Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-5635059157220951614?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5635059157220951614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=5635059157220951614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5635059157220951614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5635059157220951614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/02/portholes-of-fun.html' title='Portholes of Fun'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TVGJwrlHRUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/296t2DL48U0/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-08%2Bat%2B10.16.43%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-4557768685901928359</id><published>2011-02-03T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:45:58.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly Laugh Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TUwtOM3R1XI/AAAAAAAAATk/weEEZtNHKQs/s1600/bellylaughday.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TUwtOM3R1XI/AAAAAAAAATk/weEEZtNHKQs/s400/bellylaughday.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569876561144960370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Imagine a laugh so bountiful it comes straight from the belly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Belly Laugh Day is a creation of fellow Certified Laughter Yoga Leader Elaine Helle and is celebrated annually on January 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;.  It’s a variation on Dr. Kataria’s World Laughter Day that occurs every first Sunday in May.  It’s another great opportunity to add more laughter to your day and to your life; and to bring added awareness to the healing power of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;For an extra jolt Elaine suggests all participants laugh simultaneously at 1:24 pm your local time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;My own Belly Laugh Day went fairly uneventfully except for my usual morning laughter ritual, to which I gave an extra boost.  But if you check the website for BLD, there are some fun and inspiring stories from participants around the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;The most compelling one comes from the tree-planting group in Tanzania leading a large group of volunteers in a ritual belly laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Belly Laugh Day is even legitimized by its listing in Chase’s Calendar of Events published by McGraw Hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;The BLD website declares:  We celebrate the laughs and smiles that transform our moments 24 hours a day, 7 days a week on 7 continents.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Elaine tells us that she practices Laughter Yoga everyday in her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;She quotes Jean Houston:  “At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Ultimately Belly Laugh Day is a time to celebrate the great gift of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo:  San Diego Laughers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-4557768685901928359?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4557768685901928359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=4557768685901928359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/4557768685901928359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/4557768685901928359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/02/belly-laugh-day.html' title='Belly Laugh Day'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TUwtOM3R1XI/AAAAAAAAATk/weEEZtNHKQs/s72-c/bellylaughday.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-6416539949353731854</id><published>2011-01-28T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:23:55.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just before Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TUOchkJGgxI/AAAAAAAAATQ/cyzTeVISdg4/s1600/darkclouds.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TUOchkJGgxI/AAAAAAAAATQ/cyzTeVISdg4/s320/darkclouds.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567465664811533074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;When darkness settles in and laughter feels so far away you can’t even imagine it.  Or worse yet, the heaviness of depression creeps in and laughter actually feels painful, for it strikes up against your wounds like a cruel joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;These are some of the things I do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Take a walk.  Fresh air and exercise always help a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Write a poem and share it with a friend.  If there are no friends around, just write it out anyway.  Someone’s listening in the ethers around you.  I’m sure of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Remember the times you have laughed.  Just remembering will help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Be Creative.  It’s one of the best ways to connect with your Divinity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Help a friend, or a stranger.  Altruism fosters happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Play.  You may laugh yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Feed your passion.  It will help bring you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thump your thymus and activate your inner light.  Darkness is just the absence of Light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Forgive someone.  See their inner light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Smile.  It will help relieve the stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Know that:  This too shall pass.  The darkest hour is just before dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-6416539949353731854?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6416539949353731854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=6416539949353731854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6416539949353731854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6416539949353731854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-before-dawn.html' title='Just before Dawn'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TUOchkJGgxI/AAAAAAAAATQ/cyzTeVISdg4/s72-c/darkclouds.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-3430376263804772184</id><published>2011-01-23T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T14:19:07.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barber of Seville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TTyognKINbI/AAAAAAAAATA/uwcB33J3XN8/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-16%2Bat%2B6.19.16%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TTyognKINbI/AAAAAAAAATA/uwcB33J3XN8/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-16%2Bat%2B6.19.16%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565508517743834546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The opera house isn’t the first place that comes to mind when looking for a place to get some laughs.  But here in Seattle for one more week, in fact it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I had the joy of attending Seattle Opera’s Barber of Seville last night and laughed my way through this delightful Rossini comedy.  It was nonstop laughs as Rossini meant it to be.  A stellar performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Figaro was his true charming self.  Completely full of himself, he bounded his way through the show, initially springing onto the stage from a seat in the audience, cajoling the crowd along the way and never letting up for the entire two and a half hours.  They say Rossini gave the baritone the best music.  It can’t be denied that Figaro is the highlight of this great opera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Some of my favorite bits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The great running joke comprised of just two words, buona sera, as the wanna-be young lovers attempt to rid themselves of the lecherous old fart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Lucille Ball and Harpo Marx inspired comedy routine of Almaviva and Basilio, mirroring each other’s movements as they suspiciously eye one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Almaviva’s wild hair flying to the precisely correct musical accompaniment from the orchestra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bartolo’s falsetto mimicking of others when he's irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;And all those Rossini crescendos – music starting slow and quiet then building faster and louder until it explodes like a canon, the classic Rossini simile.  Fast faster fastest.  At many points in the show the musicians sang so fast it reminded me of the gibberish Laughter Yoga students learn.  Speaking so fast and nonsensical that it becomes nothing but pure silliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;It’s a great show.  An opera full of Rossini’s infectiously upbeat spirit.  Catch it if you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo:  Lawrence Brownlee and Jose Carbo by Rozarii Lynch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-3430376263804772184?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3430376263804772184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=3430376263804772184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3430376263804772184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3430376263804772184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/01/barber-of-seville.html' title='Barber of Seville'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TTyognKINbI/AAAAAAAAATA/uwcB33J3XN8/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-16%2Bat%2B6.19.16%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-6144767031408625865</id><published>2011-01-17T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:16:40.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clown Nose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TTUTqVnz-YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/rumvO9NkAaQ/s1600/clownnosewiki.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TTUTqVnz-YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/rumvO9NkAaQ/s320/clownnosewiki.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563374532765677954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I was certified as a laughter leader back in April of 2002, I was given a clown nose as part of a gift package of laughter goodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I quickly learned that it wasn’t my style.  I’ve always known that I’m not the clown type, but I thought I could at least manage to don a clown nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I tried it only once at one of my first ongoing laughter clubs at a retirement community.  One of many such clubs I would lead over the years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sure a senior or two chuckled when they saw me.  “Great” I thought  “This brings more laughter.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But as soon as I started the laughter session, I felt hidden behind it.  Even though it was just a clown nose.  But it was big and bright and red and to a certain extent hid my true spirit.  No I was right.  It wasn’t my style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Laughter bonds.  Laughter connects people.  Laughter is contagious.  Laughter is magnetic.  Laughter is so huge and powerful, a clown nose pales in comparison.  Most importantly I understood that I was teaching people to laugh as an expression of joy, an expression of our truest selves.  The clown nose simply detracted from all that.  I wanted people to laugh with me, not at the prop on my face.  Instead of laughing at my goofiness, laugh with my joyfulness.  Catch the true spirit of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That’s my stand on clown noses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo:  Wikimedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-6144767031408625865?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6144767031408625865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=6144767031408625865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6144767031408625865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6144767031408625865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/01/clown-nose.html' title='Clown Nose'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TTUTqVnz-YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/rumvO9NkAaQ/s72-c/clownnosewiki.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-8936979136947151167</id><published>2011-01-12T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T16:15:11.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter Yoga in Prisons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TS5Dt21qU0I/AAAAAAAAASo/DZx7himlk1U/s1600/prisoners1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TS5Dt21qU0I/AAAAAAAAASo/DZx7himlk1U/s320/prisoners1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561457044942902082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;There are those rare and special laughter leaders who bring their programs to prisons.  The above photo says it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo:  Laughter Yoga with prisoners in India (LYI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-8936979136947151167?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8936979136947151167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=8936979136947151167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8936979136947151167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8936979136947151167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/01/laughter-yoga-in-prisons.html' title='Laughter Yoga in Prisons'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TS5Dt21qU0I/AAAAAAAAASo/DZx7himlk1U/s72-c/prisoners1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-1339836381432035319</id><published>2011-01-06T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T08:06:26.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E Pluribus Unum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TSXobFnFmJI/AAAAAAAAASg/UU5K03j7PFc/s1600/CLYL2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TSXobFnFmJI/AAAAAAAAASg/UU5K03j7PFc/s320/CLYL2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559104867118979218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;This familiar phrase appears in the wisdom of the final pages of Dan Brown’s latest book The Lost Symbol.  Out of many, one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;In discussing Noetic Science, the fictional character Katherine Soloman explains:  “What I’m saying is two heads are better than one, and yet two heads are not twice better, they are many many times better.  Multiple minds working in unison magnify a thought’s effect exponentially.  This is the inherent power of prayer groups, healing circles, singing in unison…The idea of universal consciousness is no ethereal New Age concept.  It’s a hard-core scientific reality and harnessing it has the potential to transform our world.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;When I read this, I immediately flashed on Laughter Yoga and the amazing power generated in a roomful of people laughing together simultaneously.  No matter how many participants come together to laugh, it’s a powerful thing.  Yet it can’t be denied that the larger the group, the more amazing the energy.  Sometimes I feel we’ll blow the roof off with our combined laughing.  Other times I feel the joy we generate must be felt in all corners of the universe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; E Pluribus Unum.  From the many, comes one powerful expression of joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo:  Laughter Yoga International&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-1339836381432035319?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1339836381432035319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=1339836381432035319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1339836381432035319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1339836381432035319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-pluribus-unum.html' title='E Pluribus Unum'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TSXobFnFmJI/AAAAAAAAASg/UU5K03j7PFc/s72-c/CLYL2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-7175435615121392513</id><published>2011-01-01T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:42:07.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TR9U1dAxXgI/AAAAAAAAARg/uQu9O3keMSY/s1600/100_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TR9U1dAxXgI/AAAAAAAAARg/uQu9O3keMSY/s320/100_0071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557253742496144898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“Let yourself be drawn by the silent pull of what you really love.”  Rumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is where the laughter resides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-7175435615121392513?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7175435615121392513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=7175435615121392513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7175435615121392513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7175435615121392513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2011/01/rumi.html' title='Rumi'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TR9U1dAxXgI/AAAAAAAAARg/uQu9O3keMSY/s72-c/100_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-7237699454021354357</id><published>2010-12-27T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T14:51:33.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pub Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TRkYQlTjw3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/t3cbliUxV7M/s1600/100_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TRkYQlTjw3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/t3cbliUxV7M/s320/100_0303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555498288509338482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;I don’t drink alcohol.  I haven’t for years.  Now my partner doesn’t either.  Doctor’s orders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Yet we’re regulars at Third Place Pub.  We go for the laughs and for the community.  Which of course go hand in hand.  And we go for the burgers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;If we can catch a seat at the bar, we’ll do it.  I sheepishly ask Joey if it’s okay to order a bottle of Pelligrino between us, sharing it like a bottle of wine.  “Is that gauche?”  I ask.   “It’s adorable” he quips back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Third Place Books is dedicated to the idea that everyone should have a third place to go.  One being home.  The other being work.  And the third being a place of community. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Their main store is in Lake Forest Park.  Their second store is in the Ravenna neighborhood of Seattle.  It used to share space with Honeybear Bakery, now replaced by Vios, a neighborhood Greek restaurant.   The newest edition to the trio is the pub downstairs. There’s no hard alcohol, just beer and wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Frank is your quintessential bartender.  He’s a native New Yorker, loves the Yankees, is very friendly, can talk sports as easily as he can pour you an interesting Northwest beer, and makes it a point to know your name.  We love Frank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Caleb and Jake are the young guys behind the bar.  They’re poets.  That breed of interesting and creative young, working in the food and beverage industry while honing their craft on the side.  It slipped out one night that Caleb has a Master’s degree in Poetry from the elite Bennington College in Vermont.  Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;And then there’s Joey.  Joey’s so New York.  But he’s at home in the Beautiful Northwest too, a regular yoga practitioner, a relaxed and jovial kind of guy.  He once told me my food was “full of deliciousness”.  Joey’s pure fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;We love the pub for its community.  Where there’s community there’s laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-7237699454021354357?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7237699454021354357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=7237699454021354357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7237699454021354357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7237699454021354357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/12/pub-laughter.html' title='Pub Laughter'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TRkYQlTjw3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/t3cbliUxV7M/s72-c/100_0303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-504229590963697714</id><published>2010-12-15T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T18:41:13.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boxer Shorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TQlVPBjie0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/yad3YrZCMxs/s320/boxers2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551061732314741570" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was once a nanny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Burnt out on teaching preschool, having 24 adorable energetic creative enthusiastic active four year olds under my charge, leading their young minds to a higher place, working ten- hour shifts, I needed a short break.  So I became a nanny for three delightful children for roughly a year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Though the children were a pure joy, the dad was a bit of a trial at times.  We had our moments of tension. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;But at Christmastime I found the perfect gift.  I’m very intuitive when I shop.  My radar leads me directly to the perfect thing.  Almost every time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;This time was no different.  I found myself in front of boxer shorts – fun ones.  White shorts with black ants.  Colorful shorts with martinis.  Immediately I knew they were for the dad.  But then my rational mind opposed: “Isn’t this a bit too personal for someone who is essentially my boss?”  Unsure, I went with my intuition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well the shorts were a big hit.  Not only at Christmas, but as a joke forever after.  Causing us to laugh about it over and over.  The year I bought him the ants in the pants and the martinis straight up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;I had no idea this would happen.  But the humor eased the tensions that sometimes existed between us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;If you have anyone in your life that you have a bit of a strained relationship with, I highly recommend buying him or her a joke gift.  Or at least something that will make you both laugh.  Even if you’re not one to purchase material items during this shopping-crazed season.  Your boss.  Your co-worker.  Your mother-in-law.  Your estranged friend.  The humor and the laughter are healing.  They always are.  And it’s something you can return to again and again when the going gets rough.  “Remember the time you bought me such and such.”  Ha-Ha-Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;If you’re guided to boxer shorts too, here’s a website: www.funnyboxers.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-504229590963697714?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/504229590963697714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=504229590963697714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/504229590963697714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/504229590963697714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/12/boxer-shorts.html' title='The Boxer Shorts'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TQlVPBjie0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/yad3YrZCMxs/s72-c/boxers2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-1971786928158986341</id><published>2010-12-11T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:49:01.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marilyn Rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TQOrLZWIdZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qDmSsBSIETE/s1600/MarilynRocks.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TQOrLZWIdZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qDmSsBSIETE/s320/MarilynRocks.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549467378121209234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;My friend and fellow Certified Laughter Yoga Leader Marilyn Fogelquist made the front page of the Redmond Reporter featuring her laughter club at Emerald Heights.  Her club is going on 5 years now, with a second club just beginning at the Redmond Senior Center.   Marilyn, a youthful 83 years old, most certainly rocks with laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Go Marilyn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-1971786928158986341?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1971786928158986341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=1971786928158986341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1971786928158986341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1971786928158986341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/12/marilyn-rocks.html' title='Marilyn Rocks!'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TQOrLZWIdZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qDmSsBSIETE/s72-c/MarilynRocks.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-6036451229833034230</id><published>2010-12-06T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:14:34.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phinney Laughter Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Check out this video of our laughter club.  We’re doing the toss the scarf laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;A Laughter Club is an organized group of people who come together to “laugh for no reason”.  Our method is called Laughter Yoga and was developed by a medical doctor in India named Madan Kataria.  This body/mind/spirit practice combines gentle stretching, yoga-type breathing, and playful laughter exercises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Drop in anytime you need more laughter.  Or become a regular member and watch the laughter grow in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;We meet the 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; Tues of the month at Phinney Neighborhood Center in Seattle, downstairs in the Blue Room at 7:00 p.m. $5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0AODuk1HKsQ/TY6NNhllXDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/d3keYApPz8Q/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-22%2Bat%2B8.53.05%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588559451107187762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;My friend Oceana passed away last Sunday surrounded by love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I’ve been crying.  And determined to use this as an inspiration to live life more fully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oceana was a very special person and I was honored to know her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;She attended our laughter club only once, but she was fully supportive of it, posting its existence on her website, and reminding me at times about my laughter.  Such as the time I was referred to as a “professional laugher” by our writing teacher, a very comical title to all of us.  When I laughed at someone else’s humorous writing, the writer in question was told that didn’t count, because I laugh at everything.  We all laughed at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Next week is the celebration of Oceana’s life.  I hope to be able to laugh as much as cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;George Bernard Shaw said, “Life does not cease to be funny when people die, any more than life ceases to be serious when people laugh.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-1086338814334703898?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1086338814334703898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=1086338814334703898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1086338814334703898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1086338814334703898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/11/friends-passing.html' title='A Friend&apos;s Passing'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0AODuk1HKsQ/TY6NNhllXDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/d3keYApPz8Q/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-12-22%2Bat%2B8.53.05%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-2215586176260725155</id><published>2010-11-24T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T07:45:51.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-Full Half-Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TO1wf0YKMvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-s3xPn8EoTg/s1600/smile-frown%2Bgraphic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TO1wf0YKMvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-s3xPn8EoTg/s320/smile-frown%2Bgraphic.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543210408301179634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Don’t wait until Thanksgiving to be grateful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Once I made my gratitude ritual a daily practice, my attitude towards myself and my life,  became so much more positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;It’s amazing how much there is in one day to be grateful for.  Immediately your life appears full and you feel yourself rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;We all know that we can look at the positive or we can look at the negative.  When looking at the positive brings so many more benefits, it’s clear which way to go.  It just takes some conscious effort sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I know people who complain regularly.  I know it’s a habit.  And I can see how they make themselves miserable.  We all need to process life’s challenges.  But processing and processing and processing leaves you stranded in the dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;And the dark is not a place where laughter resides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Celebrate Life!  It will bring you more laughter.  Laughter will flow naturally, effortlessly.  It’s all in the attitude.  It’s not in life’s circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-2215586176260725155?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2215586176260725155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=2215586176260725155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/2215586176260725155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/2215586176260725155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/11/half-full-half-empty.html' title='Half-Full Half-Empty'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TO1wf0YKMvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-s3xPn8EoTg/s72-c/smile-frown%2Bgraphic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-3131311304050245270</id><published>2010-11-18T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:22:54.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of Socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW1ObFPX2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/LTUJtgOThXk/s1600/rexinsocks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW1ObFPX2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/LTUJtgOThXk/s320/rexinsocks.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541034175941795682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;In my exploration of the subject, laughter in education, I came across a book titled “If They’re Laughing, They Just Might be Listening” by Elaine Lundberg and Cheryl Miller Thurston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;One of their suggestions for teachers is to develop a personal trademark – an item to consistently employ as a method of engaging students, and bringing more fun and laughter into the classroom.  Because I often lead programs on laughter to seniors in retirement communities, I thought I’d give it a try with silly socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I found a website called, The Joy of Socks, and ordered 3 pairs – piano socks, planet socks and of course bright yellow smiley socks.  What was supposed to bring some lightness into the lives of others, quickly became a source of play and laughter in my own life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I now start my day deciding which pair of silly socks I’m going to wear.  My partner laughs when he sees them.  Walking down the street people smile.  Others laugh at my feet.  After working at only one nursing home, since developing this sock trademark, it already became a routine geared toward my own enjoyment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I now own socks with dragonflies, monkeys, chili peppers, socks with rainbow stars and stripes, socks that mimic ballet shoes.  Even designer socks by Laurel Birch with giraffes on them.  I bought my partner his own DaVinci socks, socks with palm trees, tropical fish and saxophones.  It lights up his day and adds more fun to both our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;It truly is the little things in life.  When I’m feeling stressed, all I have to do is look down at my feet and smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Photo:  Rex in his jazz socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-3131311304050245270?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3131311304050245270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=3131311304050245270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3131311304050245270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3131311304050245270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/11/joy-of-socks.html' title='The Joy of Socks'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW1ObFPX2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/LTUJtgOThXk/s72-c/rexinsocks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-300586379741978875</id><published>2010-11-11T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T14:50:27.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iphigenia, Play and Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TNxyp4-xWYI/AAAAAAAAANk/TJ81RPGPtpY/s1600/100_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TNxyp4-xWYI/AAAAAAAAANk/TJ81RPGPtpY/s200/100_0288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538427705754737026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Ben Hur, Iphigenia and Mimi Moonshadow.  They are the neighborhood cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;We’ve had more fun and laughter over the naming of our cars, though none of us knew it at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Ben Hur is the ’63 Dodge Wagon next door owned by my great neighbor Helen.  Her son named him so because of his protruding chariot-like diamond-shaped hubcaps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Iphigenia is our brand new Indigo Blue Scion XD.  She needed a majestic name.  She’s going to bring us faithfully wherever we need to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Mimi Moonshadow is her sister across the street, the Light Gray Scion XB.  Mimi’s got an energetic fun-loving owner.  It’s perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;People often ask me how to bring more laughter into their lives, and one response I give, is to play more.  Create an environment where laughter naturally flows – a laugh-ready environment.  Use humor with the everyday things of life.  Opportunities for play and laughter are everywhere.  As Plato said, “Life must be lived as play”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I only wonder what Ben Hur and Iphigenia do together at night while we’re all sleeping.   (They’re parked side by side in adjacent driveways.)  Helen assures me they’re having deep philosophical conversations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-300586379741978875?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/300586379741978875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=300586379741978875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/300586379741978875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/300586379741978875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/11/iphigenia-play-and-laughter.html' title='Iphigenia, Play and Laughter'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TNxyp4-xWYI/AAAAAAAAANk/TJ81RPGPtpY/s72-c/100_0288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-919108820014352363</id><published>2010-11-04T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:08:39.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comedians Keep Us Sane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TNLMI44o0VI/AAAAAAAAANc/jnP6DIfCFpk/s1600/fear.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TNLMI44o0VI/AAAAAAAAANc/jnP6DIfCFpk/s200/fear.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535711345072722258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Comedians don’t hold back.  They’ll say anything.  They know they can.  Comedians tell it like it is.  Politicians are laid bare, a difficult place to sit.  We love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Funny woman Joy Behar reveals that Joe Biden once confessed to her, that he is far more afraid of going on Jon Stewart’s show than on Meet the Press. (from Marlo Thomas’s book Growing Up Laughing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jon Stewart hails this week from Washington DC, ending his week of taping The Daily Show, with a Rally to Restore Sanity.  There were estimated to be more than 200,000 there.  Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Coupled with Stephen Colbert, the rally morphed into the Rally to Restore Sanity And/Or Fear, as they bantered back and forth about said subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;They offered a bus ride to DC, to a politically diverse group of people, and then made a parody of the fact that they could discuss their political differences without shouting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;The rally opened with a benediction from Father Guido Sarducci in a black and white zebra striped suit, offering such reasonable statements as “Muslums and Jews both don’t eat pork.  Let’s build on that.”  Sam Waterson recited Stephen Colbert’s goofy fear poem.   The former Cat Stevens, now known as Yusuf, sang his old classic “Peace Train”, only to be interrupted by Ozzy Osbourne’s discordant strains of “music”.  Back and forth they went interrupting each other, eventually leaving the stage arm in arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sanity awards were given out, one to the Venezuelan baseball player who graciously accepted an umpire’s call, that otherwise would have put him in baseball historical fame for pitching a no-hitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Fear awards were given out, one to the major television networks who wouldn’t come and cover the rally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jon’s keynote speech morphed into a debate between Jon’s sanity talk vs. Stephen’s fear mongering with such statements as “Reason is how mankind has advanced” vs. “If Eve had had a reality fear of snakes, I could go naked everywhere now”.  Jon introduced a new thing to fear “corpomyte”, something he borrowed from Star Trek.  R2D2 made an appearance as a representative of a sane, not-scary, robot.  “There’s a blender who has its eye on you backstage”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jon gave a sincere thank you to all at the end, reminding us that we work together all the time to get things done.  “People do impossible things together everyday through little reasonable compromises.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Comedy for Political Sanity.  I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-919108820014352363?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/919108820014352363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=919108820014352363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/919108820014352363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/919108820014352363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/11/comedians-keep-us-sane.html' title='Comedians Keep Us Sane'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TNLMI44o0VI/AAAAAAAAANc/jnP6DIfCFpk/s72-c/fear.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-3373413113486501926</id><published>2010-10-27T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:25:02.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Madness to Laugh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TTyz0lyUJFI/AAAAAAAAATI/up8kqUS31B4/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B7.49.01%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TTyz0lyUJFI/AAAAAAAAATI/up8kqUS31B4/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B7.49.01%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565520955600806994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In the midst of, what surely must be the most amazing mad scene in all of Lucia history, Polish soprano Aleksandra Kurzak, as the title role Lucia, lets out a laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It causes me to wonder, is it madness to laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To laugh in the face of adversity, can surely be considered madness.  A good kind of madness.  To blow off the stress of a difficult situation, to stare adversity in the face and defiantly choose to laugh.  Yes indeed, laughter is a good kind of madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Like insanity, laughter separates us from reality, if only for a brief moment.  It pulls us out of real time, into our own explosion of joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nervous laughter is that strange phenomenon, that demonstrates how we unconsciously use laughter as a coping mechanism.  When we’re a bit on edge about something, we instinctively laugh.  It’s the body’s wisdom to release stress in this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yes Lucia, laugh.  Laugh for it’s all gone so terribly wrong for you.  Laugh and get at least a moment’s reprieve from the tragedy of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;For those of you who don’t know Donizetti’s famous opera Lucia de Lammermoor, the story goes:  Lucia has been forced to marry a man she’s never met by her evil brother Enrico, who convinces Lucia her beloved Edgardo has been unfaithful, at which point she murders her new husband and understandably goes mad.  Pure opera drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;For those of you who might be even mildly interested in opera, this current performance at Seattle Opera is not to be missed.  It’s a Lucia like you’ve never seen before.  It’s got all the drama, the beautiful music, the fantastic staging and rousing chorus, and most importantly extraordinary dramatic acting matching exquisite musical ability.  It’s a night at the opera you’ll never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And there's that laugh in the midst of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo: Rosarii Lynch/Seattle Opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-3373413113486501926?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3373413113486501926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=3373413113486501926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3373413113486501926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3373413113486501926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-it-madness-to-laugh.html' title='Is it Madness to Laugh?'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TTyz0lyUJFI/AAAAAAAAATI/up8kqUS31B4/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2010-10-28%2Bat%2B7.49.01%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-281315598221036482</id><published>2010-10-20T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:47:12.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TL9FLGYM3kI/AAAAAAAAANE/naTeGAMqaAI/s1600/music.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TL9FLGYM3kI/AAAAAAAAANE/naTeGAMqaAI/s200/music.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530214924427255362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Vivaldi’s Four Seasons is pure joy!  If music could laugh, this would be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I woke up this morning in a joyful mood.  So I put on Vivaldi to match my spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Sometimes when I need an emotional boost, I play a CD called “Mozart for a Merry Christmas”, and let that joyful music that Mozart created, shift my energy and change my mood for the better.  It’s uplifting.  There’s no denying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;A new study from Mexico found that listening to Mozart and Bach significantly helped to improve the psychological mood of depressed patients, as opposed to engaging in talk therapy. (Chavez, University of Oaxaca).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Dr. Kimata, an allergist in Japan, conducted a series of studies using the Charlie Chaplin movie Modern Times.  Using the film to get subjects to laugh, he tested them before and after, for allergic reactions.  He found those reactions to be significantly less after laughing.  In one study he altered his approach and used the music of Mozart.  Again he found a positive response (though interestingly not with the music of Beethoven).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Music raises our vibration, same as laughter, especially when we sing, raising our voices in song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I sometimes think that if we only opened our mouths to sing or laugh or kiss, what a beautiful world this would be.  Perhaps we could simply sing, laugh and kiss more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;A friend of mine has a theory that, the Italians in Italy don’t snack and overeat, like so many Americans, because they’re always kissing.  Hmmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;But I stray from the subject at hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Laugh, sing, listen to Vivaldi or Mozart or whatever else lifts your spirit, and allow your joy to rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-281315598221036482?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/281315598221036482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=281315598221036482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/281315598221036482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/281315598221036482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/music-and-laughter.html' title='Music and Laughter'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TL9FLGYM3kI/AAAAAAAAANE/naTeGAMqaAI/s72-c/music.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-5635589007444427441</id><published>2010-10-14T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:44:55.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling is a Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TLddeA4XlbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zhwv0b1zOLU/s1600/pretty+smile.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TLddeA4XlbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zhwv0b1zOLU/s200/pretty+smile.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527989837834458546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Smile at someone.  It’s a gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;It’s possible to lift someone’s whole day with this simple act.  Lift yourself in the process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;It’s easy to smile at children.  It’s slightly harder to smile at that old person sitting alone on the park bench. It’s not common in our culture to smile at people we don’t know.  It’s much harder to smile at someone we don’t like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yet it’s a simple act.  It takes only a second or two.  And its impact is lasting.  Consider taking the time to do it more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;An anonymous person said, “Smile awhile, for when you smile another smiles, and soon there’s miles and miles of smiles because you smiled.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-5635589007444427441?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5635589007444427441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=5635589007444427441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5635589007444427441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5635589007444427441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/smiling-is-gift.html' title='Smiling is a Gift'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TLddeA4XlbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zhwv0b1zOLU/s72-c/pretty+smile.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-8471594435603594499</id><published>2010-10-09T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:27:10.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie Goldberg says Practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW2PMHlLSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/O4oYQw7fGgY/s1600/senior%2Blaughing.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW2PMHlLSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/O4oYQw7fGgY/s320/senior%2Blaughing.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541035288616578338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Natalie Goldberg, famed author on the art of writing, says there’s no such thing as writer’s block.  Just put pen to paper and go.  Don’t worry about what comes out.  War and Peace won’t come out on the first try.  Practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;She makes a football analogy.  Players on the field have practiced many times over.  I’ll make an ice skating analogy.  When we watch Olympic champion Yuna Kim perform a flawless routine, as Peggy Fleming says, she’s done it so many times it’s engrained into her body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;How is laughter any different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Laughter Yoga is the same for some people.  Laughing a lot, laughing in a sustained way, laughing for no reason and laughing on my command, may not come out perfect the first few times.  Practice.  And your laughter evoles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Many people just don’t laugh enough.  Many have very rusty laughter muscles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Practice is what we do in the Laughter Club.  We practice laughing.  The more we practice, the better we get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Then one day we’re laughing experts.  We’ve had lots of practice at the Laughter Club.  We find more reasons in life to laugh.  We create a treasury of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-8471594435603594499?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8471594435603594499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=8471594435603594499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8471594435603594499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8471594435603594499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/natalie-goldberg-says-practice.html' title='Natalie Goldberg says Practice'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW2PMHlLSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/O4oYQw7fGgY/s72-c/senior%2Blaughing.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-3913336104479904779</id><published>2010-10-03T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T09:59:08.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin is Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TKiz6KuzwwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/9uA6WZylOlo/s1600/pumpkinsmile.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TKiz6KuzwwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/9uA6WZylOlo/s200/pumpkinsmile.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523862754864382722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;It’s October in Fremont and the pumpkin is back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;It’s huge, orange, ghoulish, smiling, and sits atop a spike on one of the buildings down by the canal.  As I open my shades in the morning, it’s still glowing in the dark.  And it gets my morning laughter rolling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Get your daily dose of laughter in whatever way you can.  One half hour is a good formula.  Several studies have been done using this dose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;One study was conducted at the Institute of California.   It was found that one half hour of comedy daily lowered the risk of heart attacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;In this study, they gathered participants who had already had one heart attack.  One group (the lucky ones) was instructed to watch one half hour of comedy daily.  The control group (the unlucky ones) did not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Forty-two percent of those unlucky participants (the ones with no half-hour of daily comedy) had a second heart attack.  Only eight percent of the lucky ones (those with one-half- hour of daily comedy) had a second heart attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Laugh daily.  It’s important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;May this Halloween season help you along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-3913336104479904779?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3913336104479904779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=3913336104479904779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3913336104479904779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3913336104479904779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkin-if-back.html' title='The Pumpkin is Back!'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TKiz6KuzwwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/9uA6WZylOlo/s72-c/pumpkinsmile.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-6951162752308055920</id><published>2010-09-25T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:31:33.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW3QI_MqVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1yS388QGaeA/s1600/infinite%2Bjoy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW3QI_MqVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1yS388QGaeA/s320/infinite%2Bjoy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541036404467607890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Israel and Palestine are at the table again.  Obama’s assisting.   We can only hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;But what does laughter have to do with it?  Laughter has a lot to do with it.  For me anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;At both Laughter Yoga International and World Laughter Tour (the two organizations that I am a member of), our mission includes world peace.  A lofty goal you say?  Not if you consider the nature of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;A reporter once asked me why I do what I do.  “To bring more laughter into the world” was the obvious answer.  “To facilitate more joy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;But I found myself saying:  “Peace.”  “Peace in the Middle East.”  It’s the hot spot on our planet.  Peace in the Middle East = peace on Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I further told her that I hold a vision of Jews, Arabs, and Christians all laughing together.  Laughing at a Laughter Club.  Laughing for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Soon thereafter I saw a photo of just that.  Someone who had a laughter club, or led a laughter yoga session, somewhere in that part of the world, pictured Arab participants laughing with Jewish participants.   Immediately my vision was confirmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;As a lawyer in California once told me:  he uses laughter during the contentious work of mediation.  If he succeeds in making everyone laugh, this is always the point at which solutions start to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Laughter is bonding.  We remember we are all part of the same human family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;As Alan Alda once said:  “When we’re laughing, we’re generally not killing each other.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I send this vision to the peace process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-6951162752308055920?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6951162752308055920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=6951162752308055920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6951162752308055920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6951162752308055920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/09/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW3QI_MqVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1yS388QGaeA/s72-c/infinite%2Bjoy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-5624439110019302808</id><published>2010-09-21T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:34:40.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She who Laughs, Lasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW3xg9svoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/iP74tM9OImA/s1600/marilynandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW3xg9svoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/iP74tM9OImA/s320/marilynandme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541036977839455874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;It’s posted on her door and it’s a motto she has lived well.  My friend Marilyn is 80-something, laughs much and often, has embraced the world of laughter yoga with gusto and is in tremendous physical and emotional shape.  I am inspired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Marilyn became a clown in 1990 with the clear intelligence that humor helps us cope.  She uses it to deal with any of life’s challenges and most recently the death of her son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I watch Marilyn chase after her grandson and I know that’s the way to stay young forever.  Stay active.  Run with the kids.  Laugh as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Marilyn became a Certified Laughter Leader in 2005, started a laughter club in her retirement community soon thereafter.  Her laughter club is now in it’s sixth year and is going strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;She has attended two Laughter Yoga Conferences, the Teacher Training with Laughter Yoga Founder Dr. Kataria, the Humor Project Conference with Joel Goodman, among other laughter programs; as well as leading her own workshops on humor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Marilyn is most definitely laughing and lasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-5624439110019302808?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5624439110019302808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=5624439110019302808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5624439110019302808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5624439110019302808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/09/she-who-laughs-lasts.html' title='She who Laughs, Lasts'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW3xg9svoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/iP74tM9OImA/s72-c/marilynandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-7048676757820068370</id><published>2010-09-12T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:40:39.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile and Cool your Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW5PM6jCXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Z1kM1l5jL70/s1600/100_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW5PM6jCXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Z1kM1l5jL70/s320/100_0087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541038587365230962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Smiling is like a cool mountain stream running through your brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I went to a friend’s  photographic blog the other day and was overjoyed to find a picture of a mother duck and her six ducklings contentedly sitting on a log, down at the houseboat community where my friends live.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It’s a scene that immediately made me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Smiling cools the blood to the brain and instantly relaxes you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Conversely, think of the expression “hot-headed”.  We use it when someone is screaming at the top of their lungs, extremely angry, with veins popping out of their throat.  Not a pretty sight and not a good situation for the body.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When this happens the blood to the brain becomes very warm.  The opposite happens when we smile.  A very pretty sight and a nice situation for our body and our spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My friend’s blog is called More Pictures, Less Words and is dedicated to the idea that when we are immersed all day in the world of words, it’s very relaxing to go to the world of pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Surround yourself with images that make you smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Check out Franklin’s blog at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.morepictureslesswords.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;www.morepictureslesswords.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Photo:  Lake Crescent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-7048676757820068370?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7048676757820068370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=7048676757820068370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7048676757820068370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7048676757820068370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/09/smile-and-cool-your-brain.html' title='Smile and Cool your Brain'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW5PM6jCXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Z1kM1l5jL70/s72-c/100_0087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-6106231675809678241</id><published>2010-09-07T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:43:18.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggles with Google</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW56qNAtqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VNQ_-h6x8sM/s1600/balloons.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW56qNAtqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VNQ_-h6x8sM/s320/balloons.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541039333961676450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A spinning thing came into being right before my eyes and I quickly learned I could manipulate it with my curser, making it spin in different directions, fast or slow. “Wheeeeeee this is fun!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sometimes I’ve resented that techies have taken over the world, but when those techies bring me more laughter, I say “good deal”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When I open my computer in the morning, it goes straight to the Google home page.  Sometimes I start my day laughing right then and there.  As I write this post, they currently have blots of color spewing out at you, that eventually coalesce into the word google; only to explode into more balls of color when you pass the curser over them, causing me to explode with laughter.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Maybe they’re meant to be balloons, maybe bubbles.  Who cares really.  If I keep moving my curser they just keep going all over the page.  If I enter from the side, they kick off from there.  “I’ve got to stop this playing around and get to work.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I’m so glad I switched my email from Yahoo to Google, leaving behind all that gossip, disaster and negativity that hit me first thing each morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now I’ve had such treats as The Wizard of Oz, Frida Kahlo, or some green earthy stuff for Earth Day, spelling out the word google.  They even changed their name on April Fool’s Day.  Who else would have the guts to potentially confuse people for the sake of fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We all know their logo looks like preschool art and how could a company name be sillier than the word google. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Google is fun and that’s a good thing for the world.  Keep me laughing Google!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I read something once about Google having ping pong tables at their offices.  Perhaps they understand the benefit of play at work; how play nurtures creativity; how play at work makes happy employees; how happy employees are productive employees; how laughter at work is beneficial to the bottom line.  Perhaps.  With a net profit in the billions, most likely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-6106231675809678241?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6106231675809678241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=6106231675809678241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6106231675809678241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6106231675809678241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/09/giggles-with-google.html' title='Giggles with Google'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW56qNAtqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VNQ_-h6x8sM/s72-c/balloons.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-8050290685838549158</id><published>2010-09-06T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T13:18:56.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter Yoga in The New Yorker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TIUcuOdDWXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/P1c4CZm5k7A/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-06+at+9.51.55+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TIUcuOdDWXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/P1c4CZm5k7A/s200/Screen+shot+2010-09-06+at+9.51.55+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513844899264551282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;We made it in the New Yorker this week!!!  Check out the Aug 30 issue, article entitled "The Laughing Guru", all about Dr. Madan Kataria, Laughter Yoga and Laughter Clubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;It's a great article, a nice overview and contains some gems too.  For instance, I learned of Dr. K's dream of an oceanliner named Shanti (the Sanskrit word for peace) "perpetually circumnavigating the globe, spreading laughter from continent to continent".  Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-8050290685838549158?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8050290685838549158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=8050290685838549158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8050290685838549158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/8050290685838549158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/09/laughter-yoga-in-new-yorker.html' title='Laughter Yoga in The New Yorker'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TIUcuOdDWXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/P1c4CZm5k7A/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-09-06+at+9.51.55+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-3100914578811267232</id><published>2010-08-23T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:46:07.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Comedic Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW6WOv71tI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8uRqCaMF4o0/s1600/%2Brobin%2Bwilliams%2Bwikimedia.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW6WOv71tI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8uRqCaMF4o0/s320/%2Brobin%2Bwilliams%2Bwikimedia.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541039807628302034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The overcrowded train compartment in the Marx Brothers’ Night at the Opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The candy factory with Ethel and Lucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Harpo and Lucy (Lucille Ball of course) mirroring each other in perfect mime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ellen DeGeneres singing with Jennifer Hudson in the shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Carol Burnett wearing Scarlet O’Hara’s curtains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Phil Silvers with his monkey recruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jane Curtin giving birth in The Coneheads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Harvey Korman loosing it in the middle of a scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tina Fey doing Sarah Palin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The man “driving” his defective truck up and down the hill in The Gods Must be Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Robin Williams doing Sarah Palin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Peter Sellers as Inspector Clouseau saying the word “phone”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;John Cleese saying anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ellen DeGeneres trying to make Betty White laugh with mouth props&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Glenn Close as Cruella DeVille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kevin Kline smelling his armpits and rattling off in Italian in A Fish Called Wanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Beyonce’s dance number with the guys on Saturday Night Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Chris Rock’s facial expressions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pheonix twirling like Teresa in my laughter club &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What's your favorite comedy scene!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo:  Wikimedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                          &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-3100914578811267232?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3100914578811267232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=3100914578811267232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3100914578811267232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3100914578811267232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-favorite-comedic-moments_23.html' title='My Favorite Comedic Moments'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TOW6WOv71tI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8uRqCaMF4o0/s72-c/%2Brobin%2Bwilliams%2Bwikimedia.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-1087332106666049931</id><published>2010-08-18T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:12:20.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter and Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TGxUbCWkXHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/yw-pd0KkjGQ/s1600/music1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TGxUbCWkXHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/yw-pd0KkjGQ/s200/music1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506869267832003698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;UUU – it was half of a license plate on the car in front of us.   “UUU …interesting” I mumble half to myself.  Within seconds Rex has broken into song – “You you you, I’m in love with you, you, you”.  In less than a second I’ve broken into peals of laughter.  On he goes.   On I go, until I shout, “Rex, pay attention!!!”  As a car pulls out in front of us, sparking another old time tune, “A man is a worrisome thing…”.   More strains of laughter.  On and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rex breaking into song is one of the highlights of my life.  Every phrase I utter seems to have a song attached.  Rex grew up on radio listening to old songs that are completely foreign to me.  His repertoire is endless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I’ll say “Our primroses are blooming.”  He breaks into “Life’s a holiday on primrose lane…”  I mention debt.  He launches into “…loading 16 tons and what’d ya get, another year older and deeper in debt.”  While on a walk I mention,  “Let’s cross over to the sunny side of the street.”  Out comes, “Just plant your feet on the sunny side of the street…”  I declare one evening that flexibility’s my middle name.  Feigning a mean southern baritone drawl, he launches into “Fightin’ and trouble’s my middle name.  One fist of iron, the other steel.  If the right one don’t getcha, the left one we’el.”  I say something about “this evening…”.  He’s broken into “…the evening breeze, caress the trees, tenderly…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You get the idea.  It’s endless laughter.  I rework the humor for days after “singing” my own improvised version, causing myself to laugh at myself, over and over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Steve Allen said the best humor comes from the reality of everyday life.  How true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-1087332106666049931?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1087332106666049931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=1087332106666049931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1087332106666049931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/1087332106666049931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/08/laughter-and-song.html' title='Laughter and Song'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TGxUbCWkXHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/yw-pd0KkjGQ/s72-c/music1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-2202835318433826251</id><published>2010-08-10T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:41:45.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flatulence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TPhY4wQZN2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/xxXVFJhqeGU/s1600/flarp.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TPhY4wQZN2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/xxXVFJhqeGU/s320/flarp.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546280673156347746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;One of my most precious memories of my mother came towards the very end of her life.  It makes me laugh to this day, thinking of how she would crumble into a mass of giggles at her inability to control the flow of air through her intestines; even in public, much to my embarrassment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Another story shared by a college student in my Laughter in Life class, made all of us erupt into peals of laughter.  The homework assignment was to bring a story about how laughter helped with a challenging situation.  This student relayed how a friend was very depressed after being laid up in the hospital following a bad accident.  During one of his visits, his friend’s young daughter walked by his hospital bed and suddenly let out a significant unabashed fart.  In an instant it broke his friend’s dark mood causing him to burst into laughter, enabling him to lighten up about his physical pain and his difficult situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;Farts are a good thing because they bring more laughter into the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;Consider that the iFart application, a digital whoopee cushion for Apple’s iphone, has been purchased more than 350,000 times, making it one of the most popular add-ons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;My friend Sean is a another great example.  He is nine years old, and I suppose for that reason, the topic of farts has brought us endless laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;Of course he has a Whoopy Cushion, you place on the chair of an unsuspecting friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;He shares his Flarp with me, a pretty gross but hilarious toy that consists of a gooey glob of substance in a plastic jar.  You stick your hand in the jar of goo and it lets out a surprisingly authentic fart sound.  We can’t get enough of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;One of his favorite books is called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh Yuck! The Encyclopedia of Everything Nasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; by Joy Masoff, a former cub scout leader (who later switched to the girl scouts, only to find they had the same disgusting interests).  It discusses such topics as body odor, dandruff, pus, vomit and the all time laugh-getter: farts.  One entry is titled:  “10 Foods that can make you Airborne.”  Sean tortures me by reading aloud passages from this book, much to his delight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;But Sean’s show- stopper is his fart speech by Benjamin Franklin, called “Fart Proudly”.  At first I refused to believe him, but it’s all in a book of the same name, edited by Carl Japikse, subtitled “Writings of Benjamin Franklin You Never Read in School”.  Mr. Japikse calls these writings “a testament to the satirical rogue that lived peaceably inside the philosopher and statesman….It is a loving tribute to the ideal of a free press in this country.”  Apparently Ben loved to stir things up.  He wasn’t just a man who went around saying things like “A penny saved is a penny earned.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;Back to Sean - he is at his finest as he jumps onto the stairs leading into his den to recite by heart Benjamin Franklin’s recitation on farts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;“It is a small gesture, but one that can be very effective – especially in a large crowd.   So fart, and if you must, fart often. But always fart without apology.  Fart for freedom, fart for liberty – and fart proudly.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-2202835318433826251?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2202835318433826251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=2202835318433826251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/2202835318433826251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/2202835318433826251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/08/flatulence.html' title='Flatulence'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TPhY4wQZN2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/xxXVFJhqeGU/s72-c/flarp.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-6493678419062424877</id><published>2010-08-04T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:34:48.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play leads to Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TPhXOnrOFFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OLd44jC8g_s/s1600/kids%2Bat%2Bplay.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TPhXOnrOFFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OLd44jC8g_s/s320/kids%2Bat%2Bplay.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546278849786811474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;In the Laughter Club we play as much as possible during our laughter exercises, because play induces laughter.  The proof:  watch the children.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Children are the experts on laughing, because children play all day, laughing while they play.  Children don’t need a big sophisticated joke to make them laugh.  Children just laugh as part of their life, as part of their play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Robert Provine, psychologist at University of Maryland, wrote a book called Laughter:  A Scientific Investigation.  Based on hours and hours of research done observing how and why it is that people laugh, Dr. Provine surprisingly found that laughter does not usually follow the telling of a joke, or even necessarily following something humorous.  Rather most people laugh being with people they like and having a good time, i.e being playful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;As adults we spend far too much time being serious, working, being responsible, etc.  If we don’t balance that with enough play time, we will be out of balance emotionally.  So play is good for adults as well as for children.  We release stress, learn to think more creatively, learn to be more flexible, lighten up in general, become more positive and cope more easily with the challenges of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt; Where there’s play, there’s laughter.  Keep play alive in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-6493678419062424877?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6493678419062424877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=6493678419062424877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6493678419062424877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6493678419062424877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/08/play-leads-to-laughter.html' title='Play leads to Laughter'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TPhXOnrOFFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/OLd44jC8g_s/s72-c/kids%2Bat%2Bplay.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-4289825018766792306</id><published>2010-07-27T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:38:03.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Centenarians Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TPhYAfYuM6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/2SvG_r5PtfI/s1600/centenarian.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TPhYAfYuM6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/2SvG_r5PtfI/s200/centenarian.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546279706555200418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Two women recently attended one of my programs on Laughter Yoga.  They are residents at a retirement community that hired me to bring laughter into their lives.  I knew immediately that this community of seniors was special.  As they slowly assembled for my program, and as I was lecturing, there was a degree of attentiveness, aliveness and interest, unusual for this age group.  They asked questions while I spoke.  They smiled.  No one fell asleep (rare for any speaker at a senior community).  They burst enthusiastically into laughter once the laughter session began.  The activity director accurately told me “I’ve got the best seniors.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Most striking were two women – one age 101, one age 102.  The “younger one” needed to be wheeled in and needed some help getting settled.  But for the entire program, her face was lit up with a huge smile of unusual brightness.  From where I stood as lecturer, she was positively glowing.  I have no doubt that this woman has been laughing her entire life and that laughter is a key factor to her health and longevity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;The woman who was 102 blew my socks off!   A lovely woman in a pale blue suit, she walked in to the meeting room.  I repeat, she walked in.  No wheelchair, no walker and not even a cane.  She stood and had a pleasant conversation with me before the program began.  I had no need to raise my voice to speak to her as she could hear me perfectly well while we were chatting.  She had a wonderful positive disposition – friendly, joyful – and like all the others, she came to laugh.  She made it clear to me in that initial conversation that laughter was the reason she made it to 102 in such good health. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;I’ve had many 90-somethings join my laughter programs over the years, but these were my first centenarians.  Please notice that this is not in a blue zone – those areas of our planet where there is a large concentration of centenarians.  This is just an area near Seattle.  These women inspire me greatly, to stay positive and keep laughing well into an enriching ripe age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo: Stock.xchng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-4289825018766792306?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4289825018766792306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=4289825018766792306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/4289825018766792306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/4289825018766792306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/07/centenarians-laugh.html' title='Centenarians Laugh'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TPhYAfYuM6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/2SvG_r5PtfI/s72-c/centenarian.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-6789040214109758330</id><published>2010-07-21T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T07:28:41.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TEcD91B4eOI/AAAAAAAAAII/AzNyK_Y8bLA/s1600/4-up+on+2010-07-16+at+10.09_2_2_2_2_2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TEcD91B4eOI/AAAAAAAAAII/AzNyK_Y8bLA/s200/4-up+on+2010-07-16+at+10.09_2_2_2_2_2_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496366230970857698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Are you comfortable with tremendous joy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Some people aren’t comfortable with the laughter club and laughter yoga, for different reasons.  My observation and theory is that, many who aren’t comfortable with it, aren’t comfortable experiencing that much joy, that much exhilaration.  It’s not in their comfort zone.  It’s not their usual experience.  And for whatever reason it’s not their choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I think many people are comfortable with the level of joy that is most often present in their lives, and often it’s not that much.  Have you ever noticed that often, after experiencing a tremendous emotional high, someone will then instigate drama, and subsequently bringing their emotional level back down?  A parent told me that this is often the case with her 10-year old son.  After they have an especially great time together, he often initiates an emotional tangle between them.  I think we often unconsciously create situations that keep our emotional climate to a place we are accustomed to.  Have you ever noticed that some people are addicted to drama?  Sadly so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is often necessary to force ourselves to be comfortable with tremendous joy.  Challenges can be positive as well as negative.  I offer any potential laughter club participants out there to come experience joy, joy and more joy, on a sustained level.  Call it a joy challenge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-6789040214109758330?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6789040214109758330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=6789040214109758330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6789040214109758330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/6789040214109758330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/07/joy-challenge.html' title='The Joy Challenge'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TEcD91B4eOI/AAAAAAAAAII/AzNyK_Y8bLA/s72-c/4-up+on+2010-07-16+at+10.09_2_2_2_2_2_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-2308047906052029072</id><published>2010-07-17T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T10:14:29.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Parrot Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TEHk1VREtCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WY6vpzeuVSA/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-17+at+8.36.10+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TEHk1VREtCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WY6vpzeuVSA/s200/Screen+shot+2010-07-17+at+8.36.10+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494924625261671458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;The parrot went wild laughing.  His owner had been trying to teach him to laugh and was making progress.  But when I came to visit, this parrot went wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I would typically burst into laughter in the middle of my conversation with my friend.  The parrot would follow suit with his own laughter.  This in turn would cause me to roar with even more laughter, which would cause him (the parrot) to roar with even more laughter in response.  On and on we went until it seemed that we were both almost completely out of control.  It was really something – laughing with a parrot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Was his laughter real?  Was it in response to his own feelings of merriment?  I have no idea but he certainly seemed to be having the time of his life.  I know I was.  And he was clearly very upset when we eventually left the room where he was caged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’d never bonded with a bird before but I left feeling close to this parrot.  Laughter is a powerful social glue creating lasting connections between people; or in this case between woman and bird.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’ve since learned that one way to have parrots bond with you is to play with them, and as it is with all of us, laughter is an essential ingredient to play.    On the ezine Winged Wisdom, Laura Middleton explains   “Parrots love to hear us laugh.  A parrot that learns to laugh will sometimes call their owners to play with them by laughing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-2308047906052029072?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2308047906052029072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=2308047906052029072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/2308047906052029072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/2308047906052029072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/07/parrot-laughs.html' title='The Parrot Laughs'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TEHk1VREtCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WY6vpzeuVSA/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-07-17+at+8.36.10+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-7725552603752023048</id><published>2010-07-16T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T08:00:18.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Globally - Laugh Locally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TEBz6ltT6II/AAAAAAAAAE4/edcRiFFB4yQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-16+at+7.58.05+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TEBz6ltT6II/AAAAAAAAAE4/edcRiFFB4yQ/s320/Screen+shot+2010-07-16+at+7.58.05+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494518995783772290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Think Globally, Laugh Locally - It’s been the motto of World Laughter Tour for ages, thanks to the humor and wit of its founder Steve Wilson.  WLT trains individuals like myself to be Certified Laughter Leaders.  We lead Therapeutic Laughter sessions where participants laugh unconditionally through a series of playful laughter exercises.  Our mission is to spread laughter for our health and our happiness, as well as for world peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;We feel that through the spirit of laughter we come to a place of peace inside ourselves and when each of us is able to be at peace within, we see this reflected in the outer world.  Peace begins with each individual person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Milton Berle once said: “Laughter is imperative.  It takes away the stress and pressure.  It’s better than anything.  If we were all laughing, there would be no more war.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Or as Alan Alda put it, “When people are laughing, they’re generally not killing each other.” It becomes difficult to remain angry at each other when we’re laughing.  Laughter can instantly melt away conflict; or at the least facilitate finding peaceful solutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;A lawyer in California emailed me once, in reference to my laughter work, sharing how he uses laughter successfully in his profession.  He does the contentious work of mediation, seeking resolution between two opposing parties.  Yet he explained that, if there is a point in negotiations where he is able to interject some humor and get everyone to laugh, this is always the point at which negotiations take a turn for the better and they begin to find a solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;When people laugh together, hardness softens, differences melt away and we begin to remember that we are all part of the same human family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Think globally – Laugh locally.  It means world peace – one laugh at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-7725552603752023048?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7725552603752023048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=7725552603752023048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7725552603752023048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/7725552603752023048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/07/think-globally-laugh-locally_16.html' title='Think Globally - Laugh Locally!'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TEBz6ltT6II/AAAAAAAAAE4/edcRiFFB4yQ/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-07-16+at+7.58.05+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-9058867586187745674</id><published>2010-07-07T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T07:54:28.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing Cow Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TDSU5NyOvbI/AAAAAAAAACg/jugATsXLqTI/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-04+at+6.25.15+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TDSU5NyOvbI/AAAAAAAAACg/jugATsXLqTI/s320/Screen+shot+2010-07-04+at+6.25.15+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491177556345273778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;July is Tour de France month and my friend Franklin, a Tour de France groupie, recently introduced me to Laughing Cow Cheese, one of the very first companies (in 1930) to take part in the Tour de France caravan of sponsors.  They give out their merchandise while parading ahead of the racers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Their brand is represented by a picture of a fun-loving cow wearing earrings in the act of exuberant laughter.  I’d say this company knows how to incorporate fun and laughter into life.  Who would think of making cheese a laughing item?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;The name originated from World War I, when trucks carrying meat to the French front lines carried the picture of a cow.  The founder of this company adopted the image, transformed it in to a laughing cow, put it on his round boxes of cheese and called it La Vache qui rit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Some of their blog topics include ideas for laughing ladies nights out and a summer fun fitness playlist – joyful tunes to have fun while you work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;The best part is their slogan:  “Have you Laughed Today?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Thank you Laughing Cow Cheese for bringing more laughter in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Check out their fun website at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelaughingcow.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;www.thelaughingcow.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-9058867586187745674?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9058867586187745674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=9058867586187745674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/9058867586187745674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/9058867586187745674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/07/laughing-cow-cheese.html' title='Laughing Cow Cheese'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TDSU5NyOvbI/AAAAAAAAACg/jugATsXLqTI/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-07-04+at+6.25.15+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-3268642935731102809</id><published>2010-07-01T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T07:50:32.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Love to Make Women Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TR37uj8SusI/AAAAAAAAAP4/aW6AA9DZqo8/s1600/womanlaughing.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TR37uj8SusI/AAAAAAAAAP4/aW6AA9DZqo8/s320/womanlaughing.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556874292585740994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Statistics show men love to make women laugh.  So it was this morning in my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;My partner Rex and I got into a roll of laughter brushing our teeth.   We don’t usually find ourselves in front of the same sink and the same mirror doing this morning ritual at the same time.  Yet today we did and it became food for fun and games.   To be accurate Rex was goofing around making funny faces and performing silly dances all the while his tooth brush in hand and mouth, and I was getting into more and more hysterics watching him.  Which just fed him more.  So technically I was the only one laughing while brushing my teeth (not necessarily a pretty sight).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;“Is this as good for you as it is for me?”  I ask.  Knowing full well that it is, yet wanting to hear in his words, why men love to make women laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;His response:  “A man has fun making a woman laugh.  Even though he might not be laughing out loud, he’s laughing on the inside.  He’s enjoying it.  He’s amused and feeling good about himself that he made a woman laugh.  Particularly the woman he loves.  Men like to make women happy.  When their partner is unhappy it’s very hard for men.  Men feel like a failure.  So here’s the glory – watching himself make his woman light up.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;“It’s us on our white horses, riding up and making you laugh.  We love it.  We feel great.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo:  Stock.xchnge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-3268642935731102809?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3268642935731102809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=3268642935731102809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3268642935731102809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/3268642935731102809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/07/men-love-to-make-women-laugh.html' title='Men Love to Make Women Laugh'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TR37uj8SusI/AAAAAAAAAP4/aW6AA9DZqo8/s72-c/womanlaughing.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-5697674760698387948</id><published>2010-06-19T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:51:01.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling with a Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TD3c2uF9ZQI/AAAAAAAAACw/xMXDDmdQ6yg/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-14+at+8.49.27+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TD3c2uF9ZQI/AAAAAAAAACw/xMXDDmdQ6yg/s320/Screen+shot+2010-07-14+at+8.49.27+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493789953105945858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Joyce Majors, author of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Smiling at the World,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt; explains how she felt safe as a woman traveling alone and volunteering for numerous organizations around the globe.  She accredits her smile. It’s the main reason, she cites, for feeling and remaining safe in her travels.  She smiles a lot.  Smiling kept her engaged with others especially when there was a language barrier.  Smiling, like laughing, is disarming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;As the Dalai Lama said (in his broken English) when he came to Seattle to plant the Seeds of Compassion Conference: “Smiling is a reflection of no kind of barrier.”  Smiling creates an immediate connection, a positive connection, even an intimacy between strangers.  You feel safe with someone who smiles at you.  You can immediately relax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-5697674760698387948?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5697674760698387948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=5697674760698387948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5697674760698387948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/5697674760698387948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/06/traveling-with-smile.html' title='Traveling with a Smile'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TD3c2uF9ZQI/AAAAAAAAACw/xMXDDmdQ6yg/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-07-14+at+8.49.27+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-895379003036518174</id><published>2010-06-12T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T16:31:37.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Authenticity and Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TD5I0b-0HgI/AAAAAAAAADY/35fP2I_wCpc/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-07-14+at+4.30.19+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TD5I0b-0HgI/AAAAAAAAADY/35fP2I_wCpc/s200/Screen+shot+2010-07-14+at+4.30.19+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493908661140200962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;It takes an authentic person to laugh, really laugh.  Laughter is a real emotion, as real as it gets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I posted something about Barack Obama and his laugh when he was running for President, noting that his laugh was a clear indication that he was a truly authentic person.  Unusual in politicians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; I thought about this recently as I mourn the death of a friendship.  Someone I knew, and thought I knew fairly well, has mostly been promoting an image, an image of himself as something he is not.  It’s been mind-boggling to discover.  But as I look back on the course of our friendship, I recall that he seldom laughed.  He was always too guarded, too careful, too unwilling to let himself really be himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;A friend recently asked me what it is that I value most in a friendship, and I found myself answering “authenticity”.  It’s the measure of who someone really is  - and laughter is one of the best yardsticks of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; As Dostoyevsky once said:  “If you wish to glance inside a human soul and get to know a person, just watch him laugh.  If he laughs well, he’s a good man.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5769199126497692931-895379003036518174?l=teresaslaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/895379003036518174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5769199126497692931&amp;postID=895379003036518174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/895379003036518174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5769199126497692931/posts/default/895379003036518174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teresaslaugh.blogspot.com/2010/06/authenticity-and-laughter.html' title='Authenticity and Laughter'/><author><name>Teresa Verde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947618428831943095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OL8oSs7JIeo/TD5I0b-0HgI/AAAAAAAAADY/35fP2I_wCpc/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-07-14+at+4.30.19+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769199126497692931.post-3549069136517819042</id><published>2010-06-07T09:36:00.000-07:00</
