Let the Reality of a New Year Hit 'Cha
I need Lucy.
Not Lucille Ball.
Lucy from Peanuts.
Because today I'm Charlie Brown.
Blue like Charlie Brown, I mean.
Why?
I don't know? (And yes, it bothers me that I'm blue--when I know dang well I'm blessed. And yes, it bothers me that it bothers me. And yes, I'm bothered even more that I'm blogging about this. LOL!)
Here's what I think:
Maybe I listened to Elvis' "I'll Have a Blue Christmas" one too many times in December?
Maybe I'm coming off of a sugar high? (True.)
Maybe it's that our garage door fell off the tracks and nearly killed our cars this weekend (and no, it's not fixed).
Maybe it's that I haven't been home in more than a year? And my only vacation in the last 18 mos was to a funeral (No offense to Gpa Mike, of course...without that funeral I wouldn't have made it out of state at all last year.)
Maybe it's that we've worked so hard for a lot of our goals, and now that we've hit some/missed others, I've got nothing to push for?
Maybe I'm overwhelmed by an overly ambitious set of resolutions (Have you seen the price of lipstick?)?
Maybe I'm still ticked that I didn't get to go on Survivor Season 2?
Maybe I'm cranky that 4 students were upset with their final grades this term?
Maybe I'm upset I drive a powder blue minivan--and have hair like a football helmet?
Maybe I'm stressing that our oldest son is turning 15 tomorrow--which makes me . . . uh, not 15. 8(
Maybe I was dropped as a baby?
. . .
Or maybe, just maybe, this is just "one of those days," and I need to grab hold of myself, have a hot chocolate, and let the blue-ness pass.
Stay tuned. (Or not. Tee hee. Actually, it's Boo Hoo today, not Tee Hee.)
Not Lucille Ball.
Lucy from Peanuts.
Because today I'm Charlie Brown.
Blue like Charlie Brown, I mean.
Why?
I don't know? (And yes, it bothers me that I'm blue--when I know dang well I'm blessed. And yes, it bothers me that it bothers me. And yes, I'm bothered even more that I'm blogging about this. LOL!)
Here's what I think:
Maybe I listened to Elvis' "I'll Have a Blue Christmas" one too many times in December?
Maybe I'm coming off of a sugar high? (True.)
Maybe it's that our garage door fell off the tracks and nearly killed our cars this weekend (and no, it's not fixed).
Maybe it's that I haven't been home in more than a year? And my only vacation in the last 18 mos was to a funeral (No offense to Gpa Mike, of course...without that funeral I wouldn't have made it out of state at all last year.)
Maybe it's that we've worked so hard for a lot of our goals, and now that we've hit some/missed others, I've got nothing to push for?
Maybe I'm overwhelmed by an overly ambitious set of resolutions (Have you seen the price of lipstick?)?
Maybe I'm still ticked that I didn't get to go on Survivor Season 2?
Maybe I'm cranky that 4 students were upset with their final grades this term?
Maybe I'm upset I drive a powder blue minivan--and have hair like a football helmet?
Maybe I'm stressing that our oldest son is turning 15 tomorrow--which makes me . . . uh, not 15. 8(
Maybe I was dropped as a baby?
. . .
Or maybe, just maybe, this is just "one of those days," and I need to grab hold of myself, have a hot chocolate, and let the blue-ness pass.
Stay tuned. (Or not. Tee hee. Actually, it's Boo Hoo today, not Tee Hee.)
