Pronounced "quit-cher-bitchin" but allfastandruntogetherlikethis.
Call me Pollyanna, but I like to look on the bright side. Look for the silver lining. See the glass as half full. Insert your favorite cliche' here. I find that life is just a whole heck of a lot easier if I keep focusing on the good stuff. Not in a stick your head in the sand kind of way - that usually ends in grabbing your ankles to kiss your butt goodbye when it catches up to you - but in a why be pissed off/upset/mopey and generally just really unpleasant to be around all the time? kind of way. (I know Grammar Police - this post is grammatically atrocious. Deal, you negative nancies!)
My life isn't perfect. Parts of my past could be turned into a Lifetime movie. I have my issues and definitely my moments of self-pity. It just seems like some people don't want to be happy. Ever. If you say it's a sunny day, they bring up melanoma statistics. If something bad happens to you, something worse (and way more dramatic) has happened to them. If life gives them lemons, they don't make lemonade, or even squirt lemon juice in their enemies' eyes - they squirt it in their own eyes so they have something new to complain about!
Me? I'm happy. I have an awesome, imperfectly wonderful life. And that's good enough for me.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
In Case of Emergency
I'm learning new things about myself all the time (some good, some shall we say fall into the "needs improvement" category). One (good) new thing I've learned recently: I'm damn good in a crisis.
For example:
When the the Flood of 2011 occurred, I was able to joke about my new indoor swimming pool while rolling up my pants to wade in and deal with it.
When Josie turned into the perpetual font of projectile vomit on our road trip, I only screamed the first time. Just a little.
When we got caught in a really bad storm on the return side of the same (eventful!) road trip, I kept it together even though being buried alive in storm debris is way high up there on my list of fears. Right up there with serial killers and spiders. (Side note: when spiders are involved, all bets are OFF. I am not good in that particular crisis. I turn into a babbling, squealing, hand flapping eejit and I can't help it.) While hiding in a Target fitting room with the hubs and Beanie, I prayed and sang silly songs for them and daydreamed a little bit about cool Target merchandise falling from the sky and everyone being so happy we all survived the storm that they let us keep whatever we wanted. It was a lovely dream, but alas, the storm blew over without "redistributing" any wealth. When they released us from the fitting rooms, I even had the wherewithal to spot a really cute (and much needed) sun hat for Beanie. There really IS always a silver lining to every storm cloud!
Unfortunately, life is chock full of crises - some little, some not so little, and some mind-blowing. My current crisis is a common and lingering one. How in the heck am I going to have the time to do everything I need and want to do? I could use a few more Me's to go around. For instance, as one Me writes this blog, another Me could be cleaning up the nasty hairball one of the cats just yakked on the carpet. And yet another could be dealing with the crisis du jour.
Sounds good to me.
For example:
When the the Flood of 2011 occurred, I was able to joke about my new indoor swimming pool while rolling up my pants to wade in and deal with it.
When Josie turned into the perpetual font of projectile vomit on our road trip, I only screamed the first time. Just a little.
When we got caught in a really bad storm on the return side of the same (eventful!) road trip, I kept it together even though being buried alive in storm debris is way high up there on my list of fears. Right up there with serial killers and spiders. (Side note: when spiders are involved, all bets are OFF. I am not good in that particular crisis. I turn into a babbling, squealing, hand flapping eejit and I can't help it.) While hiding in a Target fitting room with the hubs and Beanie, I prayed and sang silly songs for them and daydreamed a little bit about cool Target merchandise falling from the sky and everyone being so happy we all survived the storm that they let us keep whatever we wanted. It was a lovely dream, but alas, the storm blew over without "redistributing" any wealth. When they released us from the fitting rooms, I even had the wherewithal to spot a really cute (and much needed) sun hat for Beanie. There really IS always a silver lining to every storm cloud!
Unfortunately, life is chock full of crises - some little, some not so little, and some mind-blowing. My current crisis is a common and lingering one. How in the heck am I going to have the time to do everything I need and want to do? I could use a few more Me's to go around. For instance, as one Me writes this blog, another Me could be cleaning up the nasty hairball one of the cats just yakked on the carpet. And yet another could be dealing with the crisis du jour.
Sounds good to me.
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