Complainer's Corner

Sometimes when I think about this blog, it seems like I have a lot to complain about.  I really don't.  I have a lot to be very very thankful for.  My husband is great (not perfect, but neither am I!), I have a happy, healthy daughter who I think the world of, my job is definitely more good than bad, I've got a nice house, the list could go on but I think you get the point.  However, I think it is fair to say we all have something to complain about.

Please voice your complaints here

This morning I was thinking that sometimes we all need to put ourselves in the Complainer's Corner.  That way you can be there and get all of your complaints out without putting other people in a funky mood.  You know how if you wake up on the wrong side of the bed you somehow can dampen other people's bubbly mood.  That's just not fair.

I have been in a FUNKY ASS mood these last few days.  I'm not sure if it's work, lack or sleep or something else.  I'm leaning towards a combo of the three.  Either way, I am just not a ray of sunshine and I need to be put somewhere.  At least I know it.

Sometimes we need to look at ourselves and our mood and reassess the situation.  Currently, I am aware but sometimes I just am not.  If things just don't seem to be going your way maybe the world isn't against you but really you are just not in the mood for anything.  If you feel like that, go put yourself in the Complainer's Corner where all the grouchy asses can be together so that they don't put anyone who's in a good mood in a bad one.

Grown-Up?

I'm 30... yup, 30.  At what point do I consider myself a grown up?  I'm sure that all my little cousins consider me an old fogey but I'm not sure I consider myself an adult.

Yes, I realize that I do grown up things like work a full time job, got married, had a kid, and even bought a house.  Does doing all those things really make me an adult?  I'm not sure.

This past weekend my husband and I were talking about goofy moments and the one that keeps cracking me up is from my brother's wedding.  I didn't do anything at the wedding but after.  Sometimes I can be entirely way too serious but I've kind of always been that way, even as as little kid.  Every once in a while I get really goofy and the jokes and pranks just don't stop.  

My brother's wedding was fun.  We did all the regular wedding festivities early morning picking up the bride (who is one of my best friends) going to the hotel, hair, drinks, make-up, etc.  Then of course the wedding, dinner, then the after wedding stuff at the bar.  Well, I had to head back to the hotel to put my daughter to sleep.  Once she was asleep, we left all the kids with my best friend's mom and all started to hang out.  Well, we were all goofing off and I don't know what came over me but there were these teenage girls walking down the hall and I snatched the door open and growled, "no laughing!"  If you could have seen the look on their faces... They were stunned.  I did follow it up quickly, as I laughed, "Just kidding!!"  

It was even funnier because even one of the people in the hotel room with us stopped laughing.  I've know this guy since I was like 15 years old and I guess I've never played jokes around him, he just about died after I said, "just kidding."

It occurred to me that I maybe regressing in life.  I think I'm turning into a teenager.  

Even if I am dressed like an adult...

I guess, I have been learning to live life a little less serious each day.  

I'm getting pretty good at it.