Happiness (I Know, Easier Said Than Done)

"What are you taking?", my mom asked one day, in reference to my new, happy lifestyle, "because I want some." This may sound cliche but I have found that more than anything, happiness is a mindset. I know, I know. Tell that to someone who just broke up with their boyfriend or who found 2 flat tires. A little background here- I WAS that unhappy person. Very recently. Until one day magically something just clicked and I said to myself, you know darnit, I want to be happy! I am going to take it day by day and be good to myself. It's all about the little things. Like, I am going to CHOOSE not to let 2 flat tires bother me. Instead I am going to tell myself that nothing lasts forever and I am going to find something to be grateful for anyways, like the fact that I have a job and can buy new ones, even though it will set me back in other ways. Or if you are unemployed, realize you have family or friends that care about those tires and will help you, you are not alone and that's all that matters. As for the boyfriend, realize it is HIS loss. I mean, why else would he let a person go as awesome as yourself? Enjoy being single because before you know it someone else will come along and you will miss those single days! Mark my words!
I often watch Spongebob Squarepants with my son. There is this one song Spongebob sings called "The Best Day Ever". Those words alone are so powerful and magical, without even hearing the song. Why SHOULDN'T every day be better than the last? (All thanks to a little sea sponge thingy in pants) :)
Mom, no pills here. Just the wanting to be happy and knowing that in a blink of an eye life will all be over and I want to have lived it happily!

Doggie Birthday Parties

I confess: I don't love my pets. They are not my kids. I don't pamper or spoil them or throw them birthday parties. I don't buy them Christmas presents. I CERTAINLY don't sleep with them. Does this make me abnormal or heartless? As a matter of fact, I consider them a nuisance. I was once subjected to a thrown chair when I suggested that a certain person's mother was "cuckoo" for holding a doggie birthday bash, complete with cake and other doggie pals. Now don't get me wrong I am not an animal hater or abuser. I have 2 dogs and 2 cats. I care about animals. But as I age my patience level goes down, and I have less and less tolerance for when Kitty is messing with the Christmas tree or when Doggie has dug another hole. I can quickly morph from calm and collected to raging, shaking beast when I catch the dumb animal on the couch for the 121st time even though they have been taught not to. There was a time as a child where my pets were my everything. That's all I could play with, write about or talk about. But I was 12. I have found that once your universe expands and you have kids of your own, your views change as well. To the people who write or say, "my pets are everything", I'm sorry, but you haven't experienced the "everything" you must still be searching for in life.

Please keep that to yourself!

OK people, some things are private and you just don't share them. With anyone. The worst offender thus far- "we're trying to have a baby". Uh did you just say that? Out loud? To me? As matter of fact as, "I'm going to try to plant a garden this year?" EW. Now my mind went there. THERE. You know. Your bedroom. I am thinking of you 2, uh, doing the ol' mattress mambo. I didn't WANT to go there. My mind couldn't help it. It's like when someone has a disability and you try so hard not to stare that you still stare. So no I don't want to picture you with that sweaty beast gyrating on top of you. That is PRIVATE. I also do not want to ever discuss the following: your colonoscopy and how you had to "cleanse" beforehand, your private relations with your significant other, hemorrhoids, whether your children (or you!) were planned or not, itchy "private" rashes, you get the picture. Enough people. Just because they do it on reality television does not mean I need to hear all about it from you too. Not that I watch reality TV. But I'll save that for another day...

Tip of the day folks- sometimes it's better to remain a bit of a mystery! Makes you more interesting than putting it all out there, that means Facebook too!

UGH ear pain!

I spent my weekend wailing like a newborn due to a nasty case of swimmer's ear. Pain sometimes has the power to make a grown man or woman cry. I'd say part of it was pain, part of it was wanting sympathy. I somehow reverted to a helpless 7 year old who needed nothing more than her mom's comfort during her distress. Well hubby became my "mom", catering to every whim and offering a comforting touch every time I whimpered in pain. I also took the time to lay on the couch and watch "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" with my son, something I rarely have time to do. I realized how I had taken my health for granted, and how much my family means to me, even if it is just sitting besides them watching a movie. Suddenly the ear that I wanted to chop off had bonded us all. My "tricky" ear, as my husband calls it, was smarter than me it seemed :)