I thought I was going to be Mr. Forgetful or Mr. Dizzy but it came down to two stories: Mr. Happy and Mr. Messy.
I had some help on this one. Ren came with me to Borders, a US bookstore (that for the record, pales in comparison to Chapters!) to just browse the books. We then try to find a book on trucks for our son (who can’t pronounce truck at all. He’s getting better but still sounds like he’s dropping the F-BOMB) and we stumble across the Mr. Men books! And good thing I remembered that this is on my list. So, we take out a few of them, read through them quickly and narrow it down to Mr. Happy and Mr. Messy.
Mr. Happy won! I would say I’m more Mr. Happy than Mr. Messy. Or I want to be more Mr. Happy then Mr. Messy. Ren thinks I’m 50/50. not to spoil the stories (too bad) but Mr. Messy ends up becoming clean and has two guys (Neat & Tidy) come and clean his house, fix his yard and give him a bath. Then he looks in the mirror and is a completely different looking person, and so has to get a new name. Sorta sad. Yes, I’m messy and so many of Mr. Messy’s problems are things I deal with and inflict on others (sorry anyone who has ever lived with me) but to look completely different and get a new name. Is being messy that bad?
Mr. Happy…grief…who writes these books for kids. Quick breakdown…Mr. happy wakes up happy, lives in happy land, all things are good. Finds a random tree with a door, goes down the stairs and hears someone crying. Finds out its someone that looks exactly like him but is not happy but sad. Dudes’ name is Mr. Miserable. Mr. Happy then brings Mr. Miserable out of the bottom of a tree and makes him stay in his house. After a while, Mr. Miserable beings to smile, then laugh, then totally belly laugh and cry and roll on the floor. Mr. Happy loves it and joins in too! The End!
WHAT?!? THIS IS TOTALLY ME! Those who have spent a Christmas with me, or gone on a retreat with me, or summer camp, or have seen my iPod playlist* know that IN ME there is a Mr. Miserable. And how great is it to bring him up and have him just chill with the happy and wait till he turns happy.and not just a little happy but crying on the floor happy! The picture of Mr. Happy and Mr. Miserable laughing their guts out on the floor (and them being the same person) is me, a range of emotions and hopefully changing others (and myself) just by being myself over a period of time. I LOVE MR. HAPPY!
*I have several “sad song” playlist to just sit and listen and be very sad. I thought this was normal until some teens saw it and informed me it was not normal and I should maybe get some help.
I had some help on this one. Ren came with me to Borders, a US bookstore (that for the record, pales in comparison to Chapters!) to just browse the books. We then try to find a book on trucks for our son (who can’t pronounce truck at all. He’s getting better but still sounds like he’s dropping the F-BOMB) and we stumble across the Mr. Men books! And good thing I remembered that this is on my list. So, we take out a few of them, read through them quickly and narrow it down to Mr. Happy and Mr. Messy.
Mr. Happy won! I would say I’m more Mr. Happy than Mr. Messy. Or I want to be more Mr. Happy then Mr. Messy. Ren thinks I’m 50/50. not to spoil the stories (too bad) but Mr. Messy ends up becoming clean and has two guys (Neat & Tidy) come and clean his house, fix his yard and give him a bath. Then he looks in the mirror and is a completely different looking person, and so has to get a new name. Sorta sad. Yes, I’m messy and so many of Mr. Messy’s problems are things I deal with and inflict on others (sorry anyone who has ever lived with me) but to look completely different and get a new name. Is being messy that bad?
Mr. Happy…grief…who writes these books for kids. Quick breakdown…Mr. happy wakes up happy, lives in happy land, all things are good. Finds a random tree with a door, goes down the stairs and hears someone crying. Finds out its someone that looks exactly like him but is not happy but sad. Dudes’ name is Mr. Miserable. Mr. Happy then brings Mr. Miserable out of the bottom of a tree and makes him stay in his house. After a while, Mr. Miserable beings to smile, then laugh, then totally belly laugh and cry and roll on the floor. Mr. Happy loves it and joins in too! The End!
WHAT?!? THIS IS TOTALLY ME! Those who have spent a Christmas with me, or gone on a retreat with me, or summer camp, or have seen my iPod playlist* know that IN ME there is a Mr. Miserable. And how great is it to bring him up and have him just chill with the happy and wait till he turns happy.and not just a little happy but crying on the floor happy! The picture of Mr. Happy and Mr. Miserable laughing their guts out on the floor (and them being the same person) is me, a range of emotions and hopefully changing others (and myself) just by being myself over a period of time. I LOVE MR. HAPPY!
*I have several “sad song” playlist to just sit and listen and be very sad. I thought this was normal until some teens saw it and informed me it was not normal and I should maybe get some help.
