How I Used to Be Funny (Maybe)

I have been gone a while -- from the blogshere that is. This has been for several reasons:

• The community outreach project I run is finishing up a big grant and trying to russel up some new money.
• Both of my children play baseball in the spring -- on two different teams -- which means lots of games and practices and interesting conversations with other parents (see previous post).
• My husband travels for work in the spring -- which means single parenting (and God bless you all who do it for real, 24/7.)

But also, or more likely as a result, two more things played heavily in the last couple of months:
I got sick -- as in "You need to get an MRI to rule out anything scary" sick.
and
I stopped being funny.

So here's more: The MRI showed nothing scary -- but getting the MRI was VERY SCARY. I hate small places, kids -- and an MRI is nothing but a small place. So I guess I am not dying but I am still feeling ill -- so the tests continue. Meanwhile I am getting acupuncture, which seems to be helping -- and will contribute, at least, to future posts about my groovy-goolie acupuncturist team/married couple.
And then there is the funny -- or lack there of. Besides having less time and energy to write, I did not feel funny or anything close to sharp. So I didn't write. I watched Bugs Bunny a lot, trying to get the funny back. But I kept thinking -- "Now that is funny, and I am not." I mean, how can you top Bugs swatting away a giant bull, snorting at him from behind, exclaiming "Stop steamin up my tail! What are ya tryin to do? Wrinkle it?!"

So I ask any of you who might stumble over this blog to be kind and encouraging. Not only am I working on getting well, I am nursing a funny bone and I can use all the help I can get.
Heard any good jokes lately?