January 1, 2010

This was the perfect day. I cleaned a little, napped

a little, posted a bunch of stuff on ebay and got caught

up on some of my dvr’d shows.  I am waiting for the

huge storm to hit. I (not so) secretly love it when we

have huge snow storms and I do not have to go out!

I can fiddle fart to my hearts content:)

 

This year I will turn 40 and am finding myself making

lots of changes. I can no longer deal with having so

much "crap" in my house, so I have been slowly selling

stuff off. I have also found myself unable to deal with

people who have no basic respect. (example: I talked

with a couple of friends about doing a little cooking party

on new years eve, after sending two e-mails and one msg

on facebook-not a single word back. They were psyched

at the thought of it and then couldn’t bother to reply?)

So I have simply removed them from my facebook page

and e-mail address book and will just not bother trying.

I would rather just be home alone than dealing with people

who are so busy/important to take the three seconds to

reply to a message.  I can deal with it when my cats ignore

me, THAT is expected! But people? No can do.

I have also found myself unable to deal with the drama at

work. When someone has a problem there are certain folks

who just expect the rest of us to fall all over the place making

a huge deal out of whatever the latest problem is.  But should

we have a problem? Whatever, it cannot POSSIBLY be as bad

of a problem as theirs. We ALL know how this story goes:)

I have developed a "get over yourself" attitude and it is going

to carry me through the year.  Two weeks ago I ended up in

the emergency room with chest pains-though I knew it was not

my heart-it scared the shit out of my 18 year old son.  A girl at

work actually made the "shoo shoo" motion when I was talking

about it with my boss so that she could then go on and on and on

about the fact that there were no MEATBALLS on the Christmas

Party Menu.  Chest pains (which turned out to be anxiety) compared

to meatballs. Uh, yeah………meatballs.  Oh and guess what? The

day before the party she went to the emergency room with chest

pains. I’ll hold on now so you can go roll your eyes:O)

I think I will go back to fiddle farting around and playing with my

cats.

Happy New Year!

 

Debbie