Showing posts with label field day denied. Show all posts
Showing posts with label field day denied. Show all posts

Thursday, February 17, 2011

"Thorn In My Side" - Eurythmics

1st - s o r r y.

2nd - I apologize.

3rd - stop reading if you are feeling sensitive. 

okay, that's all the warning you get.

I'm freaking tired.
I'm c r a n k y .
I'm annoyed.
I'm all sorts of emotional.
I'll cry telling you one thing . . . then probably yell at you saying the next thing.



  • I've been uninvited to "field day".  so fine, I was never invited [whatever] but I was going to go.  "Mom, we'll hang out tonight okay?"
Me: why?
Peanut: well it's boring.
Me: I want to see you freaking smoke all the others in the 600m!
P: mom, you have a race Sunday & you can't wear heels on the field.
Me: ha!!  I'll wear my smelly sneaks!
P:  let's just hang out tonight.

  • Door opens.  Peanut exits.  I bawl.  I just got Guantanamo-ed.
  • I woke up at 3:41 [for a total sleep time of 4:35]  Please say this has something to do with the insta-tears above.
  • If one more person tells me, "your body is just made to run".  It. will. not. be. pretty.
No, I run whatever speed I do because I train.  I push. I push hard.  I am not being ungrateful to my Heavenly Father for any talent I may have been given . . . . but please realize I train my butt off.  Volleyball came way more "naturally" to me than this running thing does.

So PLEASE don't ride it off as being in my "genes".  I have yet to hear a pianist be told.  You're a great pianist - good thing you were blessed with those great finger genes.

  • Don't assume my life is easy because I "only have one child" .  I'm not elaborating on that one because I will end up offending someone and that is NOT my intention. 
  • I don't always think things out in depth [or possibly as I should].  This bothers some a few.  I work way better when I shoot from the hip.  You see I have this condition, "Paralysis by Analysis" .  enough. said. 
  • Some people think they know what's better for me than I do.  I get this to a point.  You can call me naive.  blind.  heck, even crazy.  But. I've. freaking. got. this.
My unsaid [until now] motto for the last 14-16 months . . . . .

Hope. guides. me.

That's all I've got.  But. it. is. a. big. thing.  And it's working . . .  for me.

Got anything you want to vent about?

I'm a good great listener. ;)