25 Quotes to Remind You Why Laughter is the Best Medicine!

25 Quotes that Prove Life is Better When You Are Laughing!!


Don’t just take my word for it, these 25 folks are just a few of the people that tell us laughter is the best medicine. Check out these quotes on laughter!


Quote on LaughingNothing feels as good to me as laughing incredibly hard. Steve Carell


Laughter is the best medicine but if you laugh for no reason, you need medicine. – Anonymous


You don’t stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing. – Michael Pritchard


Laughter gives us distance. It allows us to step back from an event, deal with it and then move on. – Bob Newhart


Be with someone who makes you laugh even when you don’t want to smile – Anonymous


Nobody ever died of laughter. – Max Beerbohm


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To make mistakes is human; to stumble is commonplace; to be able to laugh at yourself is maturity. William Arthur Ward


The more you find out about the world, the more opportunities there are to laugh at it. – Bill Nye


Laughter is timeless, imagination has no age, & dreams are forever – Walt Disney


You can’t stay mad at somebody who makes you laugh. – Jay Leno


There are some things so serious you have to laugh at them. – Niels Bohr


There’s power in looking silly and not caring that you do. Amy Poehler


What soap is to the body, laughter is to the soul. – Yiddish Proverb


There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor. – Charles Dickens


A man isn’t poor if he can still laugh. – Raymond Hitchcock


Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine. – Lord Byron


Quote on LaughingLife literally abounds in comedy if you just look around you. Mel Brooks


The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter. – Mark Twain


When people are laughing, they’re generally not killing each other. – Alan Alda


Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh. – George Bernard Shaw


I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t laugh. – Anonymous


If people never did silly things, nothing intelligent would ever get done. Ludwig Wittgenstein


Laughter is an instant vacation. – Milton Berle


Laugh at yourself first, before anyone else can. – Elsa Maxwell


Life is short, laugh while you still have teeth – Anonymous


A day without laughter is a day wasted. – Charlie Chaplin
Finally, Snoopy wants to weigh in…


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~~~till we laugh again~~~




Have You Started a Pay it Forward Wave Yet? Start at McDonalds

Giving and Getting Can Feel So Good!


the waveWe all remember sitting at a sporting event and watching the wave of people standing and flinging their arms created a “wave”. If you have not had the opportunity yet to be part of a modern day wave at McDonalds then you are missing out. This one comes with a big smile and lot of happiness.


Like many of you, I run out the door every single day to go earn my keep. Unfortunately the bills do not pay themselves (at least not what I’ve been able to discovery yet).  Occasionally as part of my routine I go through our local McDonald’s for a sausage McMuffin and a drink. Being on a tight budget I allow myself this $2.38 splurge a couple times a week.


On more than one occasion I have been part of an amazing trend happening at McDonalds across the world. I’m not sure how big this is in your area or your town but in my little city our citizens that frequent our local McDonalds have loved a Pay it Forward Wave.


McDonalds ArchesHere’s how it works. On my most recent trip to the golden arches. I pull into our drive thru and order my normal breakfast splurge. I have a gift card that is burning a hole in my pocket so I’m all prepared for my expensive $2.38 meal. While waiting, I noticed a weird thing going on at the pay window. Every car that stops seems to be having an issue. The kid looks to be explaining stuff to them and it doesn’t look like they are verifying a caramel latte vs an iced coffee. All of a sudden I smile because I have seen this confusion before. Yes, I know exactly what this is as I have experienced this myself a few weeks ago.


About a month ago I was making this same routine stop. When I got to the window the teenage clerk just smiled at me and said “You don’t owe anything as the car ahead of you paid for your order.”  I can only imagine my face because I’m sure my look was one of being dumb founded. All I could do was just stare at the 18 year old with a look of confusion and thoughts racing through my head of what am I supposed to do next? So I froze and said, “ah ah… thank you”. Feeling stupid because I really didn’t know what you’re supposed to do next.


As I pulled away, I realized I was just part of the magic moment. Yes I was part of a Pay it Forward McDonalds moment. If you’ve ever been part of one you know the feeling I’m talking about. I also knew that if it happened again, I would know what I would do. What I had to do.


The neat thing about these Pay if Forward moments is they are totally random. So on this particular trip the other day I could see from the confusion going on in front of me that we might be on another wave and I was not going to be the one that broke that wave. No I was not going to be the person sitting in my seat with my arms crossed, a scowl on my face not wanting to participate in this event. This time I was going to jump out my seat with all the enthusiasm I could muster.


Pay it ForwardWhen I got to the window and was told that the car in front of me had paid my $2.38 breakfast I knew what to do this time. First I waved at the car in front of me a thank you (not that I think they saw me but it felt like the right thing to do). Then I asked what the car behind me owed. Now in this situation your worst fear is that it’s a lady with 8 kids in a van. So I looked in my rearview mirror and noticed one person in a car so I felt pretty confident that I was not going to get stuck with a $30 breakfast order. While I was prepared to do my part, my gift card was reminding me that it only had so much on it.


She smiled, looked at the next order than with a little look of disappointment told me that it was more than mine as they owed $8.62. But I knew that wasn’t going to end this wave! Not today. I knew I needed to make another person’s day. I knew I was paying it forward!


So I pay the $8.62 and slowly start to crawl up to the next window. All the while looking in my rear view mirror hoping that not only do get to make the next person’s day but they will continue the wave and make even more people happy this morning. Sure enough the smiling clerk is trying to explain what happened. I see the finger pointing at my truck and then I see it happen! I see them hand over their credit card. Yes! They were continuing the wave! They were paying it forward too! They were paying for the next car!


No I don’t know how many cars we’re in that wave that morning. But I do know that at least from what I could see there were 7 cars for sure. Seven people who started their morning with a big smile because somebody cared about them and then they got to do what made them feel good. They got to pay it forward too. The act of giving feels so good.


McDonaldsNow some of you might think the joy over having a $2.38 breakfast paid for seems so minor. But it has nothing to do with the $2.38. It has to do with knowing that there is still joy in the world. Love in the world and people that care. With so much negativity on TV and in our social media it is nice to know there are still people out there who get joy in helping others. No matter how small.
So if you have never experienced the McDonalds Pay it Forward Wave then I challenge you to start one. On your next trip to McDonalds just casually ask the cashier what the car behind you owes.  Then offer to pay for their meal. Don’t have a lot of Money? Then do it at breakfast. Most people are like me getting a sandwich and a drink and many others are just getting a coffee. It isn’t about how much you pay it forward just that you do pay it forward.


So go on out and make someone else’s day. I promise it feels good!

Hide From the Murderer or Get Free McDonalds???

Now before you go thinking that I’m kidding, I’m not.

This is a true story.

The night I spent with a murderer….

Only I didn’t know it at the time


It was 1981 or 1982 I think. My best friend and I were 16 or 17. One day my best friend asked if I wanted to go do a babysitting job with her. Her sister was supposed to do it, but had to back out. Sure why not.

Now this house was huge! These folks had some money. The parents asked that we watch the kids upstairs in the playroom until they had to go to bed (the kids that is, not the parents). They would appreciate it if we just stayed up there until they returned.

While we were getting our instructions, three guys walked down the stairs. The mother explained that one was her brother and the other two were his friends. However, they would be leaving and we weren’t to let them in the house while they were gone.

Shortly thereafter, the parents, the brother and the friends all left and my best friend and I took the kids upstairs to hang out in the playroom.

About a half hour later we heard the door downstairs open and we were like…Huh??

We pop our heads around the corner and looked down the stairs. Walking in was the brother and his two friends. We were like…

“Uh, I’m pretty sure you aren’t supposed to be here when they aren’t here.”  One of us said.

“We will only be here a few minutes”.  The brother shouted as they headed up the stairs.

We noticed one was carrying a box of some kind and assume they are dropping it off.

A few minutes later they strolled into the playroom. Now, let me tell you about this playroom. This is long before they became the norm. The room was huge. A full play area and two tables set up in it for them to play games on or draw.

My friend and I were sitting at one of them, when the three guys decide to sit at the other. We look at each other and wonder what we were supposed to do.

We mustered up the courage.  “Ah, guys, I thought you were told you couldn’t hang out here tonight?”

The brother is the one who did all the talking. “We are leaving, but we just thought we would see if you two wanted to help us.”  He then opens the box he had placed on the table. It was as if the heavens had opened up and the angels began to sing. In the box were thousands of little game pieces to the McDonald’s Monopoly game.

I’m not sure if you recall, but way back in the 80s, they weren’t attached to your food. Back then, they were little things you tore off the sides and unwrapped them to find your prize. You either won a piece of the Monopoly board or you won instant food.

Like most teenagers it took all of 10 seconds for my friend and I to realize that we so wanted to dive into this box of Golden Arches Love. But we knew we shouldn’t. We protested that we didn’t want to get into trouble with either his sister plus we figured they probably stole the box.

He explained that his friend worked there and gave him this box. Yea right we thought. But then he said those magic words to us…

“You can have anything you win.”

That is all it took. You cannot offer two ultimate fans free McDonald’s and not expect them to cave. So we eagerly agreed and went over and scooped up two big handfuls of tickets to unwrap.

We sat down and started peeling. OMG, the mother lode! About every 10th ticket we unwrapped free fries, free Big Macs, free hash browns and free McRibs. Some new product they were rolling out. We had stacks and stacks of stuff, enough to last the entire summer vacation – breakfast, lunch and dinner.

We were so caught up in our bounty; we didn’t realize that these guys had been there for a long time now. Then it happened.

I walked over for another handful when I noticed that the bottom of the box had some books in it underneath the few remaining tear tabs. As I scrapped up a few more, I notice the title of the first book. It was something like “How to get away with the perfect murder”

Now, that was enough to freak me out. I wasn’t sticking around long enough to find out if it was a how to book or some murder mystery. All I knew was, these guys needed to go and they needed to go now!

I tried to be casual as I walked back over to our table. My heart beating fast. Then all of a sudden it hit me. We were in some strange house, late at night with 3 strange guys and they had a book on how to commit a perfect murder.

I told my friend that they needed to go. Obviously she protested wanting to add to our every growing stack of hamburgers. I’m like no, they need to go now. I’ll explain later.

“Guys, we really appreciate you letting us open these and all, but you probably should get going. They will be home soon.”

They begged to stay but we stood our ground. It took a bit, but finally we got them to go.

Once we knew they were gone, we quickly got back into celebrating our mass haul. Stacks and stacks of free McDonald’s. Every kid’s dream.

The night ended and even though it took a while for the guys to leave, they did leave us alone.  However, a few days later we learned how lucky we really were.

I was at the park by our house when my friend came walking up with a newspaper in her hand. We had gotten into one of our best friend fights the day prior so I was my typical smart ass self with my greeting. “What do you want?”

“You have to see this” she said. She then opens up the paper and shows me this picture of some dude. “Recognize him?”

I looked at the big mug shot picture in the paper and have the look you get when you know you should know but you don’t remember how you know . “Looks kind of familiar” I mumble.

“It’s one of the guys from the other night!” she shouts. Sure enough, after taking a closer look I realize it is one of the quiet guys with the brother.

“So why is he in the paper?”

She then shows me the headline. MURDER!

Turns out this guy had killed his roommate not 3 hours after leaving that house that night. He had returned home and got into a fight with his roommate. His roommate had accused him of stealing his Playboy magazines. A fight ensued and he stabbed him. But it gets better. He then cut off his head and buried it in the backyard.

The paper said that he had escaped some mental institution in Montana a few months prior. And lucky us, he ended up in our town.

Oh my god! We had spent a night with a murderer!! Then I recalled the books I had seen in the box. I’m not sure if they were his inspiration or if he had been plotting for a while. All I knew and know to this day is…we were lucky!

That was one heck of a summer. We got a great story to tell for the rest of our lives (which by the way is way better when I tell it in person since I can fill in the details better).  But even better than that, we had McDonald’s for breakfast, lunch and dinner for like 10 weeks.

And the icing on the cake? I was introduced to my all-time favorite McDonald’s item…. The McRib! I had one a day that summer and to this day, I get excited each time it come out for its limited release. And each time I eventually start sharing how I fell in love with it the summer I spent an evening with a murder.


I promise… the story is 100% true.  I’m not proud of us taking all that free stuff. I really don’t know how they got the box. Sure I could assume but will never know. I can guarantee one thing, it was the last time I ever did. I never took anything that wasn’t mine and I never let strangers in again. That was one memory that taught me a lesson.


~~~till we laugh again~~~


The Penguin Collection – Proof of Invasion

Ok, many of you asked for it. (At least in my head) so I thought I’d post some pictures of the Penguin Invasion I have. Now, before I show these pictures, it is important to note that what you may see may shock you. They might not be good for those of faint of heart.

I live in the middle of no where and there is a lot of dust. And to be honest, most of these suckers reside and party in my home office that I rarely use lately due to working out my office at my store. So some of these party animals have been rolling around in the dust, strolling over to other shelves to hang out with their friends in the second story (even though I made it very clear they weren’t allowed to go to their friends house when I wasn’t home and they were done with their homework). When will they learn to just sit at home playing video games like all the other children out there?

So if you are thinking of calling Penguin Protection Services, trust me, they are well taken care of, just a little rambunctious.

Now that my required legal disclosures are out of the way, time to stroll through some random shots I took via my phone. No professional photographer here (gosh knows there are tons of you already on WordPress and I’d hate to take up someones spot)  😉

First off we have the well behaved sophisticated group that is too good to hang out with the party kids

Here is the paper mache (however you spell that darn word) that my sister made me a long time ago

(you know you are admiring the sign behind his head too)

Then we have some of the Christmas Bunch (only a few as the others are protecting the Christmas ornaments from the Grinch

Then we have “The Bouncer” he babysits the rowdy ones when I’m gone

(yes, he really is 2 ft tall – don’t be jealous)

Then we have the good children, that aren’t cool enough for the glass cabinet but well behaved for their own shelf

(some look stuck up with their noses in the air tho)

And finally, the group you have all been waiting for, the rowdy, out of control children that are the life of the shelf party

(the one in the rain coat just got in from Seattle where he was visiting)

Ok, there you have it. Just a little glimpse into the Penguin habitat in Arizona I have built. Hope these pictures gave you a good laugh, smile or chuckle. If they did, then I did my job well.

~~~till we laugh again~~~

Seafood Just as Gross as Peas

So tonight we went to the buffet at our local casino. Now, first off, I’m not a fan of buffets. But that is a blog for another day. But today was extra torturous as I forgot it was a special buffet night – Seafood night.

Now, I’ve already discussed my hatred of peas (Peas! My Mother’s Favorite Torture Tool). But let me tell ya, Seafood is a close second. I can’t stand the stuff. I can’t stand the smell and I can’t stand the taste. Don’t even get me going Crab & Lobster.

Ok, first off, the smell. Even as a kid, just walking by the seafood cabinet in the grocery store would make me sick. The smell is so overpowering. Instant gag. Holding my nose as I walk by. Eyes beginning to water. I’ll skip an aisle if needed. And tonight, sitting in a buffet with 99% of the people around you eating this all you can eat crab, the smell was so overwhelming. How on earth people can eat food that smells that bad is beyond me.

And the piles and piles of broken legs sitting in bowls. Hands smothered in watery slime. Five hours of work for a tiny pile of food. Amazing.

Now, here is my biggest issue. I have people close to me that love to eat seafood. And they think Red Lobster is the holy grail of dining. I refuse to go. Plus, trust me, after all these years they don’t want to take me either. Want to know why? Tough! I’m telling you anyways. It’s my blog.   😀

If you insist on sitting across from me eating crab or lobster then you will have to listen to me pretend I’m your food. “Oh no, don’t break my legs!” “Oh, there goes my knee caps!”  “Oh, don’t rip my back open and take my guts.” When we walk in and see the lobsters swimming around, I say, “Don’t pick me, Don’t pick me I have children!”. Think about it, these suckers are boiled alive! How would  you like that to happen to you?

What about those dishes where the fish is laying on your plate staring at you? WTF??? I don’t want my food looking back at me.

And why is it that the only comeback you seafood loving weirdos have is, “Well you eat a hamburger and steaks…”

I can 100% guarantee you that if they put the freaking cow on my plate I wouldn’t be eating it either!

So, in the end, if you love seafood, I’m not going to try and stop you from eating your little shrimp with poo in it, but I also don’t want to hear you tell me that you can cook some (fill in blank) fish that I would never be able to tell was fish. Everyone is determined to convert me.

Do you seafood folks get a brand new Crab Leg Cracker for everyone you convert? No thanks. I’ll just be over at Outback while you eat.

Now, in fair disclosure, I do like canned tuna fish. Odd huh? The only thing I like – is the one thing true fish eaters hate. How ironic is that? So typical of me.

Oh well, I survived Seafood Night and it gave me a great topic for my post tonight. I guess I could be grateful for that.   😛

~~~~till we laugh again~~~

My Little Orphaned Rubber Ducky…I didn’t mean to do it…

OK, before I tell this story, I am not proud of what I did, and it is an accident that still haunts me to this day.

However, it also brought me one of the best laughs I ever had a few weeks later. Plus I became the proud parent of an Orphaned Rubber Ducky…

About 10 years ago I was out with a large group of co-workers for a “day of adventure”. We were playing golf up in Washington  where our Divisional headquarters were. This golf course had several ponds weaved in between the many holes. (some of you are all ready ahead of me on what happened – shhh, don’t spoil it for others).

At the time, I was still pretty new to playing golf but I had a great tee shot and normally can hit a ball pretty far down the fairway. We pull up to tee off around hole 9. Down the fairway was one of these ponds. I tee up my ball, eye my destination and take a pretty good whack at the little white ball of death. Unfortunately I must have sliced it off a little bit. In typical fashion the ball traveled very far but unfortunately curved right into the pond.

My foursome watched as the ball flew into the pond, skipped 2-3 times and then shot directly into the air sky high. We each then just looked at each other with a “what the…”

We then hopped into our carts to inspect the strange trajectory.

As we pull up we see what we think are little tiny web feet sticking out of the water flapping back and forth. OH NO!!! We immediately assess that the reason the ball flew in the air straight up was that it hit one of our little ducky friends that populated the pond.

At this point I’m sick to my stomach and I love animals, and even have a special fondness for ducks (I did a high school report on them too). Anyways, one of the guys I’m with, grabs a club and is trying from the edge of the pond to flip the duck back up right with his club. What was amazing about this was, this guy was like 6 foot tall, 300lbs easily and a rough around the edges kind of guy and too see him caring so much about this little furry friend was pretty cool.

As Eric continued to try and flip “ducky” we watched in horror as his little feet kept flapping until they slowly stopped one foot at a time. Our hearts sunk as we realized that he was “gone”.

If I wasn’t feeling bad enough, word spread quickly to the 30+ of us out there that I had “killed” a duck. Some of them felt bad with me, some thought it was funny, but most just wanted to tease me relentlessly about it. “Duck Killer” was just one of the new titles I was crowned.

Fast forward several weeks or months, I lost track of time……

My assistant at the time brought me a small box that had been delivered. I did the typically shaking of the box and looking at who it was from. It had no name on it other than mine and had a slight rattle.

And what was in the box? A small rubber ducky with a yellow post it note on it saying… “Have you seen my mommy?”

Like I’m sure you just did, I busted up laughing.

I still have this little orphaned duck. He sat on my desk with his note looking for his mommy for many years. He even traveled through three states I moved from. Today he resides in my home office. The note has since been lost, but his home with me has not. I provide him with good meals, lots of water, and the big metal goose I got from a Steven Covey seminar keeps watch over him when I am not home. He has not wanted for anything in the past 10+ years.

While the horror of the memory is still there even to this day, I can not help but smile and laugh over the whole thing. While I’m sure a co-worker(s) thought it would be funny as hell they actually helped me move on from the tragedy of the day. No one ever confessed who sent it, but a whole lot of them knew about it.

Every once in awhile someone brings it up. I tell a funny visual version of this story to my nephews and nieces using my arms as the victims legs. Sometimes we must find humor in the sad moments of our life. It is laughter afterall that keeps us going and helps us through things.

I love rubber duckies, and I love my orphaned rubber ducky most. And hopefully he and I gave you a a smile and a little laugh…

~~~ Till Laugh Again~~~  PS. Don’t forget to follow on Facebook for even more smiles and laughs!   Fan Page: Laughing At Everyday Life