What to post. Just like my sister, as you can see here. Of course, if you click here, you will realize she can turn a post about nothing into a post that talks about vomit, but leaves you craving brownies...Now THAT is talent!
The only thing I have to say is this:
Have you ever noticed that the people you worry about looking stupid in front of are the very people you will always, without fail look stupid in front of? We have a doctor that works in our department, and if I'm ever going to do something that makes me appear a tad dingy, then it will happen with him. Then, he will give me his "look." I hate the look. It speaks an entire volume of "I can't believe I have to stoop to working with these people, but I will refrain from yelling at the lesser beings, instead I will merely look at them. And they will feel small. And I will feel superior. And all will be right with my world." It drives me bananas. When I see he is the interventionist for the day, I immediately start thinking of things to do to not look stupid, and then get all wrapped up in not looking stupid about one thing, and end up looking stupid about something completely different!
Now, don't get me wrong. I fully acknowledge my natural ability to look goofy on a regular basis. For the most part, I'm totally okay with that. I embrace it. I'm fully capable at laughing at my own stupidity. I encourage my kids to laugh at both my silliness, and their own. I love being a little zany... I can't wait to embarrass my kids with it. However, I get the impression he does not embrace the silliness that is me...I think it rather wears thin on him...
On a brighter note: One of my friends from work offered to give me some yoga pants and warm up jackets that don't fit her anymore. Yep, she's been running, and now they just "fall off of her," so she offered them to me. Of course, I am more than happy to take hand-me-up Nike work out gear. But there's a little voice inside of me that is dismayed at someone offering me clothes that are too big for them now....(Please don't be thinking she was being rude. She is truly a sweet girl who meant it in all kindness...It's only my smarmy self that twists things around. It drives Studmuffin crazy. But then, I love driving him crazy. It makes my day complete!)
On an even brighter note: My 15 year class reunion is this weekend. My niece took me shopping for clothes, so I'm guaranteed to look great. Which all of you women know is imperative to seeing the girls you went to high school with. Because lets be real...We know women judge each other way harsher than any of the men. And there's the fact that I haven't seen my ex-boyfriend the creep before I discovered the wonderfulness that was Studmuffin since I graduated. No joke. And isn't there that little kernel in us that wants the creep to say "Dang. I should have treated her better..."
OR maybe I'm pushing all of my shallow ideals off on you, Gentle Reader. And if I am, I'm sorry...but you know you secretly think the same thing...
Unless I'm wrong, in which case I beg forgiveness. But you know I'm not.
And that is all I have to say about not having anything to say. Have a lovely day.
1 comment:
Amen and Amen. You're so skinny that girl must be a twig for her clothes to be falling off. And the ex boyfriend. Even if you want nothing to do with them, you know you want them to be so, so, sad to see how fine you look now! :)
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