“I’m just a stranger even to myself
A re-arranger of the proverbial bookshelf.”
-Ingrid Michaelson
Damn.
I’m in a funk. Things are good, life is good – I blissed at the spa this week, I got a raise (which actually didn’t translate into a nice big difference in my paycheck – more like an extra cappuccino at Starbucks every week. Less than impressive, but better than nothing). The weather warmed up. My friend who has been pretty down lately has been riding on what I call “my happy train” and making me bust out laughing like crazy this week.
And I musta fallen off the happy train because today the sun is shining and I’m just feeling like shit.
I feel overwhelmed. I feel annoyed. I feel bogged down (and I am bogged down with stupid shit – like BigMouth and his wife had their baby and our neighborhood is taking turns bringing them dinner and tonight is my night and I have to run to the store and get chicken broth, onions, celery and white onions to make their dinner — and that bugs the shit out of me because I thought I had the ingredients and I don’t and now -longest fucking runon sentence in LyricallyMe’s history – I have to make an extra trip to the store to make dinner for people I don’t even like. Damn).
My husband and I got into what I can only describe as a white trash argument at my daughter’s soccer game last night because he is one of those dads that has to yell from the sidelines and in general be an asshat – and hello? These are five year olds. They don’t even have a goalie in soccer at this point. This is not the World Cup. Shut the fuck up and let the kids play. Whatever. Somehow it ended up being my fault and I wasn’t super enthused about it. I don’t even LIKE soccer. Just one magical moment after another, y’all.
Here I sit on a gorgeous Friday afternoon. The weather is awesome – I actually have windows open. I hve some quiet while one kid naps and one plays at a friend’s house. My work (you know, the stuff I get paid to do) is done for now. And for some reason, I can’t get on my happy train.
Someone tell me somethin’ funny, please.
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April 18, 2008 at 1:34 pm
Bug
I totally agree with you on the whole soccer thing. I dis encourage my son entirely from sports because of the parents. Sad, sad.
April 18, 2008 at 1:35 pm
Lyrically Me
Just know that if you ever see a parent acting like a jerk at a kids’ event – know that their spouse may not necessarily be on the same page. I was MORTIFIED.
April 18, 2008 at 2:12 pm
Phyxius
Penis.
April 18, 2008 at 2:58 pm
Lyrically Me
OMG. Get this, I am in the parking lot of our grocery store getting ready to head back home (celery, check. Chicken broth, check. And so on), and decide to check my email on my phone. I open up my WordPress email with your comment… and I must be like 12 years old, because I read “penis” about about died laughing.
So thank you! That was HILARIOUS.
April 18, 2008 at 11:08 pm
Phyxius
=D
April 19, 2008 at 7:15 am
Holly
vagina…
um, too late to the party?
April 19, 2008 at 12:16 pm
Lyrically Me
LOL, Holly!
Never too late for the party!
It all reminds me of this guy I used to work with. Used to fancy himself somewhat of a comedian, though really? Not so much. He had this “bit” he would do at work – “Words You Can’t Say Around Seventh Graders”… Then he would say things like “sperm whale” and see if any of us would giggle. Nope. No one would even crack a tiny smile and he would be there throwing words at us trying to make us laugh and the lot of us would have these stone faces on. Funny.