You know that saying, "If you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all"? Well, I kind of half-way subscribe to that. I mean, I'll be the first one to rant about Teen Mom, and I love to gripe and complain about stuff. Who doesn't, really?
But I've noticed on other blogs and Facebook (oh, the evil Facebook), that when all people do is bitch and moan, I begin to lose interest and/or judge them more and have to fight off the temptation to be all, "Shut up with your whinin' and complainin'!" So I have a little rule for myself on Facebook and the ole bliggity blog, which is that I have to have an 8:1 ratio of positive stuff to negative stuff. (Yes, I did pull out the thesaurus for this post.) I don't want to be phony or misrepresent our life or anything, but I don't think people come here to read passages where I act like a little baby not getting her way.
That said, this has been a pretty sucky week. Work has sucked, lots of home stuff has sucked, the weather has sucked, and I'm tired and cranky and sad and kind of sick but not sick enough to call into work. And life is sucking even more for many of those close to me, which is extra super sucky* and just makes me more sad (and more annoyed with myself for being so down about my own small problems). I've been in the mood for the last couple of days where I just want to find the most sad movie that I can, and I want to get a loaf of sourdough French bread and a plate of cookies and a box of wine, and I just want to sit and cry until I can't cry anymore so that hopefully it'll be out of my system and I can get over it already.
But there's work to do and papers to grade and houses to clean and taxes to file, so I need to soldier on for a couple of more days. And if I'm still feeling like a whiny baby, then I'll go watch Blue Valentine or that rabbit movie where Nicole Kidman loses her kid and I'll ugly cry until I'm out of tears. But you probably won't hear about that. Unless I can find eight happy things to tell you about first.
So, you'll hear from me when I poke my head out of the other side of this mess. In the meantime, I'll leave you with something delicious, an oldie but a goodie, the Perfect Chocolate Chip Cookie.**
*Apparently it's not a very good thesaurus.
**There's one. Now I just need seven more happy things.
But I've noticed on other blogs and Facebook (oh, the evil Facebook), that when all people do is bitch and moan, I begin to lose interest and/or judge them more and have to fight off the temptation to be all, "Shut up with your whinin' and complainin'!" So I have a little rule for myself on Facebook and the ole bliggity blog, which is that I have to have an 8:1 ratio of positive stuff to negative stuff. (Yes, I did pull out the thesaurus for this post.) I don't want to be phony or misrepresent our life or anything, but I don't think people come here to read passages where I act like a little baby not getting her way.
That said, this has been a pretty sucky week. Work has sucked, lots of home stuff has sucked, the weather has sucked, and I'm tired and cranky and sad and kind of sick but not sick enough to call into work. And life is sucking even more for many of those close to me, which is extra super sucky* and just makes me more sad (and more annoyed with myself for being so down about my own small problems). I've been in the mood for the last couple of days where I just want to find the most sad movie that I can, and I want to get a loaf of sourdough French bread and a plate of cookies and a box of wine, and I just want to sit and cry until I can't cry anymore so that hopefully it'll be out of my system and I can get over it already.
But there's work to do and papers to grade and houses to clean and taxes to file, so I need to soldier on for a couple of more days. And if I'm still feeling like a whiny baby, then I'll go watch Blue Valentine or that rabbit movie where Nicole Kidman loses her kid and I'll ugly cry until I'm out of tears. But you probably won't hear about that. Unless I can find eight happy things to tell you about first.
So, you'll hear from me when I poke my head out of the other side of this mess. In the meantime, I'll leave you with something delicious, an oldie but a goodie, the Perfect Chocolate Chip Cookie.**
*Apparently it's not a very good thesaurus.
**There's one. Now I just need seven more happy things.
Oh, friend. Love you so much. Pep up. It could be worse. I mean, you could be 16 and Pregnant.
ReplyDeleteSending happy thoughts (and glasses of wine) your way.
I hope you feel better! Hopefully next week will be a good one.
ReplyDeleteThanks, ladies! I am listening to Pandora and baking cookies right now (and maybe I gave myself $15 to spend at Target on stupid stuff--pens and plastic dinosaurs? Yes, please!), so things are looking up already.
ReplyDeleteAnd at least I'm not 16 and Pregnant.