don’t bring me down

I have had this problem my whole life, honestly one of my best skills is my ability to be cheerful under the worst possible scenarios. I am afraid to admit it but I may have a love of adversity. And I definitely have an aversion for anyone pitying me in any way. And yet pity, and incredulity are what I am getting.

I wonder if having a positive attitude convinces people that your life is easy and then they need to knock you down a little. I hope this is not true. It seems backwards that the whiners get propped up and the people fighting for their life, everyone tries to take a run at. We live in a victim adoring society.

I have a big present out front- it is a dumpster. It carries all the old, worn out past. I have wanted to do this work for years and I am finally doing it and the world can’t wait to bring me down about it. While it is true it looks like Beirut around here , it is a sign of life, forward thinking, hope and a belief in myself.

All of this is hard enough to do, near impossible to pay for and weary to endure. So let me have the simple joy of it.

Don’t bring me down.

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faking it

I don’t normally recommend this as it does not take you where you want to go but sometimes you must. You must breathe hard, eyes open or shut and focus hard. You can make little sounds but don’t overdo it as no one will believe you. Keep breathing hard-don’t be embarrassed everyone does this from time.

Faking it at the gym is perfectly acceptable after a summer of eating and drinking.(see everyone’s favourite summer side dish below) Get on the elliptical and keep the resistance very low but if you are vain you may cover the details of your climb with a towel and no one will be the wiser.

(is this loosely considered a veggie serving?)

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vanity

I was shopping (loathe it) for a new vanity when I was asked if I needed help carrying it out. As it weighed 75 pounds and I carry everything all the time, I figure when possible, accept help.

“Yes, could you find someone good looking with a six pack, fully cut and topless with his best friend to assist”  Straight faced serious request.

In 5 minutes or less, 2 beautiful boys in their 20’s came around the corner to, ahem, assist, topless.

Ask and you shall receive.

I love vanity shopping.

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